To All My Writers Who Have A Tough Time With Smut Terms And Not Knowing Which Ones To Use, I Have Found

i found this image to be quite inspirational, thus i wish to share it. you don't have to make something phenomenal much less rather something exceptional. you must first put it out there and tweak things later because you cannot build off of something you put nothing into. some day you'll regret never putting yourself out there.

create beautiful, wonderful things.

~ m.n.

AMOR DE BABÁ - Nico!Babá, Percy!Professor - Índice

Oii, como vai? Como eu prometi, venho com uma nova história. Quer dizer, ela não é inédita, mas eu nunca a coloquei por aqui. Entretanto, já tenho alguns capítulos postado em outros lugares, no Tapas e no Patreon, em versão original. Vão ser capítulos curtos, mas mesmo assim queria compartilhar com vocês, especialmente para o caso de plagio aparecer. (Apareceu alguém com uma história triste tentando usar minha história e minhas palavras, sabe? Então vou trazer outras histórias por aqui também, a fim de documentação)

Por enquanto apenas tenho a versão em português. Em breve a versão em inglês estará disponível.

Essa história surgiu porque eu queria abordar algo diferente, algo bem clichê, algo que fosse rápido e que acabou se alongando e se aprofundando mais do que eu queria. (Eu estava tentando vencer o bloqueio de outra história). As vezes, a história de vida dos personagens fala mais alto, e assim, a história nasceu. Um pai de família que tenta o melhor que pode e um garoto que está juntando dinheiro para entrar em uma faculdade de renome.

Como sempre, os personagens são bem OOC, bem fora do caráter do canon, embora eu tenha tentando manter a essência deles. Então, considerem a história mais como um original do que uma fanfic. Eu decidi focar em uma construção de personagem e mundo que soasse realista. Pensei, como Percy agiria e qual seria a personalidade dele se ele fosse criado de forma rígida e exigente, no meio de pessoas incrivelmente ricas e educado para ser o CEO de uma das empresas mais importantes de uma das metrópoles mais relevantes do mundo. Já o Nico vem de uma realidade humilde, seu pai envolvido com figuras politicas de uma cidade pequena há poucas horas da cidade grande, criado para se conformar com o que o pai decidisse ser o certo, mas desejando mais do que se casar com quem seu pai mandasse e a vida de cidade pequena.

Basicamente, essa é a premissa dessa história. Agora, como essas duas pessoas se encontrão é o mistério que logo se transformará em algo além de pura atração. Até o momento tenho dois arcos narrativos prontos, a história no momento com 95 mil palavras. Não há sexo nas primeiras 40 mil palavras, embora haja certa insunuação que para mim soou mais interessante do que o proprio sexo.

O primeiro capítulo é levemente lento, mas eu prometo que a partir do segundo as coisas começam a ficar mais interessantes. Os capítulos são curtos porque a plataforma de monetização exige que os capítulos sejam curtos. Então, a cada três partes seria o que eu costumo colocar em um capítulo. Se vocês pudessem ler e me dar um feedback sincero, eu agradeceria. Estou pensando em excluir o primeiro capítulo inteiro, então sua opinião pode me ajudar a decidir isso.

Agora, vamos as informações oficiais:

Tenho duas capas para essa história, embora eu costume usar a segunda.

Certo, ele disse a si mesmo. Nada pessoal. Claro. Não era nada de mais, apenas mais um emprego onde Nico ficaria alguns meses, faria um pouco de dinheiro e seguiria para o próximo trabalho até que tivesse o suficiente para a faculdade. Ele deu alguns passos em direção a porta e subiu os poucos degraus, esses feitos de um mármore branco e cinza. Logo em seguida, tocou a campainha antes que seus nervos falassem mais alto. Impaciente e vencido pela ansiedade, Nico tocou novamente a campainha, apertando o botão mais forte do que pretendia no exato momento em que a porta se abriu, revelando um homem alto de quase dois metros de altura, cabelos negros bagunçados e intensos olhos verdes que o fitavam com desinteresse. Certo, nada pessoal.

 Nico!Babá, Percy!Professor

Essa é uma história sobre um estudante que para ter dinheiro na faculdade, se torna babá, conhecendo o pai das crianças e desenvolvendo um sentimento/tesão por ele. A partir daí as fantasias começam a surgir e tudo vai se complicando entre eles. 

Resumo: Nico, um garoto de vinte anos, trabalha para bancar os custos da faculdade quando é despedido de seu atual emprego. Em busca de outro, conhece Percy Jackson, um empresário e professor universitário, o pai das crianças que ele cuidará pelos próximos meses. A partir daí, Nico se envolve com a família Jackson mais do que esperava.

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

Avisos Amizade Amor Angústia Universo alternativo Nico!Babá Percy! Professor Personagens originais D/s elementos Diferença de idade

Em alguns minutos sai o primeiro capítulo.

Aurora Ajuda para Escritores, o inicio

Oii, como vai? Como prometido, hoje começamos a "Ajuda para escritores". Eu entendo se você não estiver interessado nesse tipo de conteúdo. Assim, vamos usar a tag Aurora Ajuda para Escritores, e se você costumava acompanhar o blog @desafiodeescritadiario, vai reconhecer vários dos posts que surgirão por aqui.

Com isso em mente, tentei lembrar dos primeiros artigos que li sobre o assunto ou o que de fato me ajudou nesse fase inicial. Ai me lembrei que minhas primeiras histórias nem chegaram a ser colocadas no papel e elas sequer se pareciam com histórias.

É verdade que para mim escrever sempre esteve ligado a fanfiction, pois nunca tinha passado pela minha cabeça que escrever era algo possível fora da alta literatura, isso é, uma arte que permite nos expressar livremente ao invés de nos colocar em caixinhas pré-definidas. Hoje eu entendo que quando entrei em contato com as fanfics, no começo dos anos 2000, o acesso á escrita era bem limitado, e divulgação sobre o assunto era ainda mais, mesmo que tenha sido incrível presenciar o começo e o desenvolvimento das fanfics no Brasil, lembro que o fandom do Harry Potter já era bem formado e de Supernatural estava começando a se expandir.

O que eu realmente quero dizer é que as fanfics foram um incentivador melhor do que qualquer livro ou professor poderia fazer, e foi lendo centenas de Fanfics que eu iniciei na arte de escrever. Entretanto, depois de um tempo mergulhada nesse mundo, senti a falta de algo a mais, algo que fosse mais concreto e que me permitisse ampliar meu conhecimento sobre narrativas. Foi aí que minha vontade de aprender se tornou a cede de conhecimento, me forçando a aprender técnicas de escrita e me aprofundar melhor na criação de personagens, que eu tenho que admitir, lutei muito contra. Só que eu gostei tanto de desenvolver personalidades que esse acabou se tornando meu foco de escrita e que fez, devagar, ir me afastando de textos mais canon, num ponto de vista de escritora, porque no leitora, eu devoro tudo o que aparecer, desde que seja bem escrito.

Assim, ao invés de me focar no enredo, decidi me focar nos personagens, seu psicológico, vontades, falhas e história de vida, e como o enredo poderia afetar diretamente meus personagens. A partir de hoje, é como levaremos esse projeto, tentaremos desenvolver todos os aspectos que envolvem uma boa narrativa, porém, de forma bem estrutura e levemente técnica, também tentando trazer discussões sobre o tema. Sempre vou tentar usar a linguagem mais simples possível para uma assimilação mais facilitada, e se possível vou usar exemplos práticos.

Para começarmos, gostaria de compartilhar a forma simples que eu conheço para estruturar uma história:

Elementos da Narrativa

Esse é um jeito de montar uma cena ou capítulo da forma mais descomplicada que eu já vi. Ela também pode ser usada para organizar a historia como um todo, porque esse sistema te faz pensar sobre o enredo em sua completude.

Ela é composta de:

• Cena – o que se vai narrar (O quê?)

• Tempo – quando o fato ocorreu (Quando?)

• Lugar – onde o fato se deu (Onde?)

• Personagens – quem participou ou observou o ocorrido (Com quem?)

• Causa – motivo que determinou a ocorrência (Por quê?)

• Modo – como se deu o fato (Como?)

• Consequências – Geralmente provoca determinado desfecho.

Sim, esse é um jeito simplificado de ver os elementos da narrativa. Logo teremos posts que nos ajudaram a mergulharmos mais afundo no estudo da narrativa

Se você quiser se adiantar e ler os próximos posts, temos um Patreon para as dias, contando com mais de 40 posts sobre dicas de escrita e Prompts Criativos. Por lá temos posts toda segunda e quinta.

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Antes de encerrarmos esse post gostaria de saber qual seu nível de escrita. Assim, posso trazer assuntos que agradem a todos. E claro, se você quiser saber algo de especifico, vou ficar feliz de receber sua ask.

Espero que esse post tenha sido útil e até a próxima.

An awesome Percico work from the amazing Rihanna! <3

(https://www.rhiannaguptill.com/)

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

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

This is the kind of relationship I like to write about, intense and faithful.

I'll never stop being obsessed with the way Stiles comforts Derek here, or the way he stands up against Argent here.

Because Stiles knows, he knows how it feels to blame yourself for the death of someone you care about, even if it wasn't really in your control. Stiles and Derek both have that same feeling of guilt on their shoulders, and Stiles comforting Derek after he experiences that same pain another time? Stiles being furious on Dereks behalf? It's devastating, and one of my favorite things about their relationship.

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

Too many thoughts, too many questions and a liiittle bit of mixed feelings. @percico-nicercy-events

SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).

I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.

IN SHORT

Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.

When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media posts—using 

his dyslexia; 

his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; and 

a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a ‘valid’ claim,

as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.

When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his ‘apologies’ as well as his website (allegedly—it’s possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasn’t any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there. 

THE TAKEAWAYS

1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain; 

2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, and 

3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but they’re NOT DELETED from Weitzman’s servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again. 

THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)

Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):

This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)

I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entirety—though, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywall—along with a link promising to take me—through an app downloadable on the Apple Store—to an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:

Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) weren’t working, I put ‘Kara Danvers’ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.

I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the covers—as well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratings—made it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice. 

I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and I’ve only ever had to deal with art theft—which has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was reposted—and I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.

After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work they’ve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobook’ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if they’d heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.

While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knight’s methods and decided to contact OTW’s legal department:

And then I went to bed.

By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:

@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.

That response came only an hour or so later: 

Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointing—I doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasn’t eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.

I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.

A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)

A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.

Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious prices—though in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for free—my dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.

Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3—and, as a result, my original tumblr post—began taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :

Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didn’t screenshot in time so I’m sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):

which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit user’s screenshot, I didn’t see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)

... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)

After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether. 

It’s not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume it’s the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, you’re not missing much:

And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.

That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:

They were completed works;

They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and

They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.

If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!

I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.

I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.

Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back up—but the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***

That’s when several users—the ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that way—reported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.

Sooo—

We’re obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they aren’t actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasn’t willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them. 

This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:

Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg you—seriously, I’m on my knees here—to not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones you’ve kept in your ‘marked for later’ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and it’s our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.

Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.

THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):

*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, it’s pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you don’t steal some other kid’s art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didn’t want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so it’s clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that. 

**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: it’s even greasier than it looks at first glance. It’s not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover ‘art’, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that can’t be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had ‘found family’ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ and ‘love triangle’ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrape—not only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzman’s needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation. 

***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but I’m hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-stream’s search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, don’t have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.

Again, please, please PLEASE reblog this post instead of the one I sent originally. All the information is here, and it's driving me nuts to see the old ones are still passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.

Thank you all so much.

NÃO HÁ LUGAR COMO O LAR - PERCY/NICO AU COLEGIAL - A volta!

Oii, como vai? Consegui escrever algo antes do que eu esperava! Por isso hoje trago uma parte do próximo capítulo (o que eu consegui escrever hoje!)

Então... eu acabei não excluindo nada! Eu sei! Eu revisei tudo e meio que gostei do resultado? Não era sobre isso, mas acho que agora é? srrsrs Enfim, desculpa pela confusão. O importante é que ainda tenho algumas ideias interessante para a história. Conversamos mais nas notas finais, enquanto isso, fiquem com o capítulo de hoje.

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

— Bom garoto. Tão obediente. — Nico fechou os olhos bem apertado e se negou a responder, sentindo seu corpo balançar com o efeito do orgasmo.  

Não que ele fosse capaz no momento. Não, Nico acha que nunca tinha gozado com tanta força em sua vida, e ouvir Percy falar assim com ele, o fazia estremecer ainda mais. Nico achava que nem o próprio Percy sabia o que essas palavras faziam com ele, o tom de voz aveludado e agora o toque suave que o acalentava depois de algo tão intenso. Não era apenas isso, era a forma como Percy falava com ele, como se Percy realmente estivesse orgulhoso; era a forma que Percy olhava para ele, o analisando friamente dos pés à cabeça e, ao mesmo tempo, com aquela fome no olhar que o fazia querer obedecer a cada ordem. Ele não conseguia lidar com isso, então, era melhor apenas se sentir grato por esse momento estar acontecendo. 

— E, então? — Nico ouviu Percy dizer, o sentindo tocá-lo e massagear seus braços, chegando em seu pulso para enfim abrir a algema. Engraçado, para quem tinha medo de ser preso, ele nem hesitou quando Percy sugeriu. 

— Então, o quê? — Nico murmurou, ainda ligeiramente desorientado. Ele nem mesmo conseguiu levantar os braços, permitindo que Percy continuasse a massagear a pele avermelhada. 

— Foi bom ou ruim? 

— Hmm? 

— Você gostou do que eu fiz? 

Não era obvio? 

— Eu gozei duas vezes. 

— Não quer dizer que você tenha gostado. 

— E você, gostou? — Nico rebateu, tentando se mover, o que apenas o fez cair para trás feito uma jaca podre. 

Quando Percy não respondeu, Nico olhou para ele. Era bem claro o que acontecia, Percy e seu complexo de mártir. A verdade que é ele tinha gostado, ambos tinham, e isso parecia ser um problema para Percy. 

— Eu gostei, tá bom? Quer dizer, seu queixo ainda está molhado. 

Para provar a evidência do crime, Nico se esticou todo, gemendo de dor em seus músculos e passou os dedos no rosto de Percy, mostrando o líquido a Percy. 

— É, eu acho que sim. — Mas Percy ainda tinha aquela expressão analítica, quase rígida demais, como se estivesse se preparando para dar a próxima ordem, o que se tornou verdade no final. — Fique aqui. 

— Para onde eu iria? 

— Com você eu nunca sei. Só não… fuja. Tudo bem? 

— Eu disse que não vou fazer isso de novo. Até quando você vai me culpar por isso? 

— Eu sinto muito. — Percy tentou sorrir, e quando isso não funcionou, ele deu as costas a Nico, que caiu mais uma vez nos travesseiros.  

Parecia que Nico não era o único traumatizado pelo passado. O que ele podia fazer? Essa era a história deles, às vezes feliz, outras, problemáticas. Nico não trocaria o que viveram por nada nesse mundo. Onde ele estaria se não tivesse conhecido Percy em um banheiro público de escola? O que ele teria feito se Percy fosse igual aqueles garotos? Pelo menos, eles não estariam nesse impasse. Será que se… que se ele forçasse as coisas só um pouquinho, Percy veria que não havia motivo para tanta culpa? Afinal, Percy sempre gostou da verdade e de coisas bonitas… 

— Nico.  

Se assustando, Nico viu o rosto de Percy perto demais e segurou nos ombros de Percy, o afastando. 

— No que você anda pensando, hmm? Conheço bem essa carinha. 

— Não sei do que você está falando. 

— Você não está aprontando, está? Se comporte. 

— Eu sempre me comporto. — “A não ser quando eu preciso”, Nico pensou, colocando sua expressão mais inocente. 

— Vou acreditar em você.  

Percy se sentou a seu lado e começou a limpá-lo. Em seu peito, abdômen e então no meio das pernas, suavemente deslizando uma toalha umedecida, chegando em sua entrada. 

— Você não precisa fazer isso. 

— Eu quero fazer. — Percy murmurou, o beijando no rosto. — Você tinha razão. Eu estava ausente, prometo que vou te recompensar. 

— Que tal começando agora. Me deixa te chupar? 

— Como isso pode ser uma recompensa para você? — O importante nisso tudo é que finalmente Percy tinha sorrido, acariciando seus cabelos. 

— Isso é um sim ou um não? 

— É um talvez depois. Agora, está na hora do bebê tirar uma soneca. 

— Eu não sou um bebê. 

— Então por que você está bocejando no meio da tarde? 

Era uma boa pergunta.  

Nico só deixou que Percy o cobrisse porque ele tinha se deitado a seu lado e o abraçado bem forte, também entrando debaixo das cobertas junto com ele. 

*** 

Por algum motivo, Percy se sentia exausto. Ele se permitiu relaxar no travesseiro contra as costas de Nico e fechar os olhos, apenas por um momento, apenas o suficiente para sentir o peso sair de suas costas. Era um peso metafórico, é claro, um peso que ele nem sabia estar ali. Percy nunca imaginou que a culpa poderia drenar alguém a ponto de afetá-lo fisicamente. As coisas também eram assim no passado? Percy não conseguia se lembrar. Esse era um mal hábito que ele tinha desenvolvido, outra muleta psicológica, ele sabia. Percy se esquecia e guardava a sete chaves no fundo da mente tudo o que fosse traumático ou frustrante. 

Quer saber? Ele tinha decidido não pensar no que fosse ruim ou bom, bem ou mal, e se concentraria no que fosse o certo para eles. Eles estavam confortáveis com isso? Ótimo! Parecia divertido? O fazia se sentir bem? Então, seria o que eles fariam. O que adiantava fazer o que era considerado como “normal” se isso causava tanta dor, e não do tipo que Nico parecia gostar? Era melhor se ele falasse com a mãe, só para tranquilizá-la, Percy sabia melhor do que ninguém que Sally o perturbaria até que ele falasse com ela. 

Se sentindo cansado mais uma vez, Percy saiu debaixo das cobertas, tentando não acordar Nico e viu algo caindo no chão. Ele deu a volta na cama e ali no meio do caminho estava o diário que ele tinha dado a Nico. O diário estava aberto no início das primeiras folhas e tinha uma caneta presa, marcando a página.  

Ele também já tinha se esquecido disso. Felizmente, parecia que mesmo ele sendo uma pessoa horrível, Nico ainda era o mesmo doce garotinho, sempre o obediente. Sim, Percy pôde ver que Nico já tinha escrito algumas palavras e tinha personalizado a contracapa: 

DIARIO DO NICO  Se perdido, devolver para o Percy! 

Percy teve que rir, já se sentindo leve. Tinha até uns desenhos bonitinhos de corações, anjinhos e diabinhos ao redor das letras. Entretanto, o que realmente chamou sua atenção foi a página em que a caneta estava presa.  

“Eu adoro aquele tipo de espaço mental em que eu quase flutuo, quase delirante, sabe? Minha cabeça fica leve e eu não faço ideia do que quero fazer, só quero fazer o que você quiser que eu faça. Na maioria das vezes, tudo o que sei é que quero ser fodido com tanta força que eu mal consiga falar e tudo o que eu consiga fazer seja pequenos gemidos quando você me perguntar alguma coisa.”  

“Eu quero o tipo de sexo que deixa marcas nos meus quadris e a forma das suas mãos na minha pele. O tipo de sexo que deixa o meu peito coberto de mordidas e as suas costas cheias de arranhões. Quero o tipo de sexo que faz o meu corpo doer e pulsar e que me faça te sentir entre as minhas pernas no dia seguinte.” 

Esse era um trecho que parecia se destacar das outras páginas, algo escrito às pressas, em garranchos despreocupados, á tinta preta e sem decorações ao redor, como se Nico não quisesse passar muito tempo com aqueles pensamentos e só precisasse despejá-los no papel. Esse foi o real motivo que o fez encarar aquelas palavras por longos momentos, estático, parado no meio do quarto com Nico ainda dormindo tranquilamente, sem nenhuma preocupação.  

Era impossível não comparar os dois estilos tipográficos. De um lado da folha, vinhas e arvores que pareciam se entrelaçar até os céus, acompanhados por linhas de poemas, simples e bonitas, do outro, uma prosa desajeitada e vulgar, permitindo a Percy ver os dois lados de Nico que ele raramente via juntos. Tinham outros desenhos, é claro. Um demônio e um anjo que ocupavam uma página inteira, descrições de personalidade e características físicas, algumas poucas linhas de narração que na página seguinte eram interrompidas por mais garranchos com pensamentos soltos. 

“Quero que você me abrace e me toque,   quero que você me faça sentir seguro e pequeno,   feito o bebê que eu nego ser.   Quero que você me diga quando ninguém estiver vendo "Como está o meu garoto? Ele se comportou?"   Quero ter regras e ter que pedir autorização.   Quero ser disciplinado quando não faço o que você me mandar.” 

Percy teve que parar de folear o diário e olhar para Nico dormindo cama. 

Ele... porra! Ele queria fazer tudo isso, queria fazer todos os desejos de Nico se realizarem. E sabe por quê? Eram os mesmos que os seus. Cada palavra e confissão parecendo ser algo que ele faria se culpa não o tivesse impedido até aquele momento. Será que essas fantasias realmente eram de Nico. Ou será que era algo que Nico tinha escrito para se vingar dele? Ou, pior ainda, era o que ele tinha levado Nico a acreditar que ambos queriam? Mas, ao mesmo tempo, Percy conseguia reconhecer Nico em cada linha, seja desajeitada ou elegante, misturado a influência que ele tinha sobre Nico e outras coisas em que ele não esteve presente para moldá-lo. 

Sinceramente? Percy estava aliviado. Saber que Nico tinha tido outras experiencias e conhecidos outras pessoas e que mesmo depois de tudo isso ainda revolver voltar para ele, tirava mais uma parte do peso que ele nem sabia que levava. Entretanto, a questão importante era: Como ele poderia fazer... tudo isso sem passar dos limites? Como ele poderia se certificar que Nico não sairia disso o odiando de verdade? 

Ele... Percy precisava de ajuda. E de algumas coisas, também. Algo que fizesse Nico entender a seriedade da situação, do quanto ele desejava que Nico permanecesse seguro e feliz. Parece que esse era o momento de agir. 

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Então, para os próximos meses pretendo terminar essa história. Eu estava pensando no que fazer. Será que eu devia entender um pouco as coisas e desenvolver bem a relação D/s deles ou dar uma resumida? Eu tenho o fim do enredo, agora só preciso escrever srsr Seria melhor algo até umas 100 mil palavras ou estender para além disso com uns 120 a 150 mil? Gostaria muito de saber sua opinião, já que são muitassss palavras.

Te vejo na semana que vem com uma surpresinha. Alguém consegue advinhar?

Logo retomaremos a versão em inglês.

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

Hi, we are back (temporarily). I'm still on my resting days, but I managed to bring you one more chapter. Hope you like it.

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV

As expected, a new day came. The sun was shining brightly through the blinds, the birds were singing and they were late. Still, what worried Nico was not the fact that it was almost seven o'clock in the morning, but that someone was knocking on the door. And that someone was his sister, Bianca, who would usually be long gone to her first class of the day, but now was standing inside his room, watching them happily.

He was in a nightmare, that had to be the only explanation to justify the scene Nico has found himself in. Percy against his back, hugging him tight with only a sheet hiding their crotch. If Bianca decided to pull back the sheets, she would see it all, the marks on Percy's back and the hickey between Nico’s legs, impossible to miss even from that distance. And contrary to what he thought, Bianca decided to be kind. She waved goodbye with a lopsided smile and closed the door softly, though he could hear the sound of her laughter as she walked away down the hall. And again, he wondered what he was doing. He hadn't even… hadn’t reciprocated Percy the night before. He was the pettiest, most selfish person in the whole world.

Nico would’ve continued his self-flagellation if he hadn't felt the silent laughter against his back.

“Are you laughing at me?” Nico said, turning in Percy's arms. The boy was awake and wearing one of those smiles that infuriated and excited him at the same time.

“You have to admit, it's pretty funny.”

"No, it is not!”

"What's new? It's not the first time someone has caught us sleeping together.”

"Yeah? But it's the first time we're naked!”

“Oh.” Percy says, his smile softening. "It's even better.”

"You--you!"

Nico got up faster than a rocket, he grabbed the first thing he saw and threw it at Percy's head. When he saw it was a pillow, he picked up the object again and smacked Percy over the head with it until his arms began to ache and he was forced to stop, settling where he was, only now realizing to be Percy's lap. What pissed him off the most was the fact that Percy didn't even try to defend himself, laughing, sprawled across the bed like it was the happiest day of his life.

“Percy!”

“Gods! I think I’m dying. Did I go back in time by any chance? I still remember--

"Don’t you dare! How old are you?”

"Ten. Want to play house? I’ll build a fort out of chairs and blankets and we can--

"What got into you today, huh?"

"I'm happy. Don’t you?”

Nico stopped in the middle of another complaint, realizing that he was naked and still sitting on Percy's lap, just like he had a thousand times before, but this time, it meant so much more.

“Of course I am. But you don't have to go back to kindergarten.”

"Why not? It’s more fun than pretending to be a responsible adult.”

"We're not pretending… are we?"

“Nico." That's what Percy said before sitting down and hugging him tightly from the middle of his back. “I can fake many things, what I feel for you is not one of them.”

“I don't understand why now. What has changed?”

"Everything changed. You went away.”

“Per… I didn't know you cared so much, I thought… it was better if you didn't have a shadow following you around the corners.”

“Nico." Now Percy looked like he was in pain. "Who told you that? What made you think like this?”

“Well… it's just… you know… she said those things and I asked myself 'what if it's true?' I thought a little distance would be good.”

"For who? For me or for you?”

It was a good question. He just didn't want to feel so bad every time he saw those people in the school’s hallways, murmuring behind his back, things he didn't even want to know what it was, but deep down already suspected what it could be.

"Answer me.” Then Percy grabbed his face and made him look at him closely. "What were you running from?"

"Does it matter now? What will you do? Go after them and say how horrible they are? What... what's the use of looking back at the past?”

"When did you grow so much?" Percy didn't look happy about it, resigned at best.

“When I had to leave behind the one I loved the most.”

This finally silenced Percy, the boy looking at him so sadly it looked like Percy would burst into tears at any moment.

“I know who did this.” Percy said. “I needed to hear it from you. I didn't want to believe that she would do something like that.”

Nico found himself smiling, though it was a wilted, sad thing. That was the truth, people were mean and some of them would do anything to get what they wanted. The secret was not to be innocent and protect yourself, or try to stay away from their wrath. 

What could you do but try? He hugged Percy tightly and laid his head on Percy's shoulder. Since they were running late, there’s no need to rush things up.

***

When they finally went downstairs with their shower taken and hair combed, breakfast was already on the table; eggs, bacon, coffee, and juice. Something simple, but that they rarely had time to do. Why didn't they? Ah, now he remembered. Having to run from Will or explain to his father why he didn't want to spend time at the company had indeed taken up all his time and Bianca's as well, who ran from Hades as much or more than he himself did. But here? In the stillness without people chasing them was heaven, like a weight had finally lifted off their shoulders. It probably wouldn't last long, unfortunately. That’s why Nico wanted to take it slow, and maybe that way, he’d have more time to organize his mind and decide what to do from this moment on.

"All good?” Percy said in the hallway, as they left the room, heading towards the stairs to reach the first floor. “You've been quiet since we got in the bath.”

“Hm.” Was he that obvious or was Percy just paying attention? "I was thinking…”

"In what?”

“I… I just want to finish high school without the drama, you know? Graduate and try to make something useful out of life.”

"Is this about us?"

“I meant it when I said I didn't want a boyfriend. But I want my bestfriend back.”

"Allright.” Percy waved, all serious, though he had his hands on Nico's shoulders as they walked down the stairs, too close, to be honest. But it was a closeness Nico liked, even if he knew it made things more complicated. "Are you going to stop talking to me or is it about the sex?"

"I…" It was another good question. Did he want to get away from Percy?

“So there's no reason to put labels on what we are. It's just a name. I’ll never ask for something that you are not interested in providing.”

Nico knew all of this. Percy had never done something like that before and it wasn't now that his friend would start forcing him into something. In fact, Percy had been so patient that he'd been mistaking care for disinterest all these years. Now, he understood. Well, he understood because of yesterday. It was revealing. For real.

"Percy, look--”

“I understand more than anyone, but that doesn't change anything between us. I'm not in a hurry and I'm not going anywhere.”

"You promise?”

"I promise. I'm the same old Percy and you are my sweet little Nico. Nothing’s going to change.”

Nico blinked slowly and found himself lost in Percy's eyes, caught in every word and every whisper uttered. He knew all of this and hated how sexual the nickname now sounded, ‘my little Nico’ or ‘my sweet Nico’ spilling from Percy's lips in a tone so possessive and hot he should have run far away while he still could. He knew he should, and that was the problem, the urge and compulsion to get close to Percy was greater than any rationalization he could’ve had. When he realized what was happening, he found himself pressed against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, Percy right next to him, hands on his ass, their hips grinding against each other, and Percy's fingers pulling him by his hair in that kind of kiss meant for privacy of a bedroom walls.

He didn't remember Percy being this intense. Was all of this really because he'd been away for two years? The boy he knew was sweet, kind, and selfless. Now, most of the time, he could barely control himself when Percy decided that talking wasn't what they were supposed to do. Like in that moment, feeling Percy's hips grinding against his, almost making him come in his pants like a teenager, something he'd never was defore.

Gathering strength he didn't even know he had, Nico dragged his lips away from Percy's and took a deep breath and then pushed him away, just enough to disentangle their bodies, holding Percy by the shoulders at a safe distance.

"You can’t do that. You said you wouldn't force me.”

“I'm not forcing you.” Then Percy thought again and added, “I’m sorry. I won't do it again.”

Nico wasn't sure he believed it. Those green eyes on him, so intense they seemed to burn wherever they landed and the quick, gasping breaths told him something else, told him that if it was up to Percy they wouldn't be standing in the middle of the stairs.

"Percy, I don't think this is going to work."

“I said I'm sorry. I had to wait a long time. That's it. I'm not a monster, no matter what people say.”

“Nobody says anything.” Well, not since he went abroad. He remembered how Lou and Alabaster had hinted that Percy was waiting for the right moment to strike. And, all he had thought at the time was, “So what if Percy was? Were they jealous?” In the end, he'd walked away with a broken heart and another trauma for the collection.

“Hm, beautiful.” Percy smiled and this time Nico was paying attention. Percy took a step forward and contrary to what he expected, Percy didn't try to kiss him, I mean, not on the lips. Percy took his hands and brought them to his lips, kissing each finger separately. "I would never do anything that could hurt you. I hope you know that.”

"I do know.” Nico thought he knew, but he had discovered that good people could do bad things and after his last relationship, he wasn't sure of anything. “Just… let's take it slow, shall we?”

"Sure, Nico.”

Percy smiled once more and let both hands fall apart only to hold them in a comforting grip as they both looked down at their clasped hands. It was a scene he had never let himself visualize before, him and Percy, in a quiet place, nature around them, maybe some chairs stretched out in the sun and the two of them together, holding each other's hand as they watched the sun go down. Maybe… maybe if he was lucky enough. In a not too distant future. Maybe if they could--

“Here you are. How long will you whisper in the dark?

It was Bianca. Who else could it be?

***

For some reason, Percy wanted to laugh, even though the experience was turning out to be stranger than he'd anticipated. Instead of finding Hades who had told him he would arrive that morning, it was Bianca who had greeted them last night and opened the door for them; she hadn't asked anything and just said, 'Nico's room is in the same place.'

With a shrug, he had picked Nico up and headed upstairs, not the least bit put off by Bianca's presence. Percy admitted he was moving too fast, too eager, but who could blame him when as soon as they entered the room Nico had moaned softly and kissed him even sweeter, starting to take off his own clothes and lying in the middle of the bed with his legs open? He was only human, and like the weak being that he was, he did what Nico didn't have the courage to ask aloud, but said with his gaze and all that bare skin. Percy had knelt on the bed, kissed from Nico's legs to his neck to finally touch where he wanted most. Maybe he got a little carried away, touched too hard, because when he saw Nico, the boy was coming in his mouth and on his face, moaning as if it hurt and contracting so hard that for a moment he thought Nico was going to have an epileptic seizure; the only reason Percy wasn't worried was the expression of pure ecstasy on the delicate face of his baby, the heaving sigh as Nico relaxed on the bed and closed his eyes, calm and content.

He hadn't even cared about the result, him excited and frustrated, and Nico sleeping peacefully. It was his fault, plus Nico was under no obligation to reciprocate, whether they were dating or not. Taking a deep breath, all Percy did for long minutes was watch Nico sleeping comfortably on the bed, arms stretched over his head, gripping the pillows, legs spread and cock now flaccid, small and collected in the path of thin black hair that went from the lower part of his belly button to his groin, still wet with saliva and semen. Percy wanted to touch him again right then, turn Nico on one more time and see how long it took for him to come again.

In the end, making an effort to get away, Percy got out of bed slowly so as not to wake Nico up, entered the bathroom that was inside the suite and lowered his pants. It would be safer if he took care of things away from Nico, just to make sure he could behave the rest of the night; Percy knew how suspicious Nico was when it came to sexuality and trust, especially when a year ago Nico had broken up with his boyfriend and not told him the reason. And even if he suspected what had happened, that was none of his business either. If Nico didn't want to tell him, Percy should respect his decision. For now.

That way, He took care of things mechanically, found a clean towel, dampened it with warm water and cleaned Nico, then stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed with him. Percy had barely laid his head on the pillow when Nico wrapped his arms around his neck in his sleep, snuggling against him. Legs against legs and chest against chest, practically kissing him, stretched against his body.

"I missed you.” Nico murmured, sighing contentedly and falling back into his deep sleep once more.

Percy thought that had been one of the happiest moments of his life, Nico after so long letting himself be vulnerable around him when Percy thought that these scenes would never happen again.

Feeling a tightness in his heart as if it would explode at any moment and wanting to cry, Percy finally allowed himself to close his eyes and accept his feelings. He loved Nico, not even time or other people would make that same sense of completeness set in; no one made him feel as good and as powerful as Nico did, no one made him laugh or cry as easily, or create this crazy desire in him to be the best just to make sure he was able to give Nico everything he needed.

“I missed you too.” Percy ended up muttering back before falling asleep, pulling Nico closer and finally letting himself go.

Now they were sitting at the kitchen table, Bianca sitting across from him while Nico sat beside him, filling a plate with food and a cup of plain, unsweetened coffee, handing it to him.

“You still remember.” Percy said picked up the cup, taking a sip and inhaling the fragrance of freshly brewed and ground coffee, not as strong as he liked, but of exemplary quality. It was all so familiar that Percy found himself smiling, watching Bianca smirking and Nico pretend he wasn't embarrassed by the compliment. Nico was never very good at receiving them.

"I did nothing.”

“Hm.” He murmured, trying not to provoke Nico any further. But he couldn't help it, he followed Nico with his gaze, seeing him finally sit down and grab a glass of orange juice, taking a long sip before concentrating on his plate, when Bianca looked at him and asked:

"Percy Jackson, what brings you here?"

“Nico.” He said and smiled at Bianca. Between them there was never room for anything but outright sincerity. After all, she had allowed Nico to practically move into his home for those long, magnificent years and he wouldn’t do anything to break the trust between them.

"Are you serious this time?"

"Yes.”

"That’s nice.”

Bianca nodded, satisfied. She turned back to her food and raised a mouthful of eggs to her lips.

"What was this?” Nico asked, putting down his fork. He crossed his arms and glared at them.

"I wanted to know.” Bianca shrugged. “You arrived late yesterday.”

"I can’t believe this!” Nico covered his face and groaned anxiously. "Did you see us?"

"I saw everything.”

There was silence, however, not for long. Nico pushed back his chair and stood up, staggering.

“I need… I need to get my bag.”

Which was just one reason for him to hide for a while or until the blush faded away. Percy watched Nico drag himself out of the kitchen and turned to Bianca.

"So, then?" He asked. He knew Bianca wanted to say something, but he didn't want Nico to hear.

"You look different.”

"As?”

“More…decided. Mature.”

“Some things happened.”

When Bianca didn't say anything else, he shrugged and continued:

“Nico left and I found out a few things.”

"Things?”

"Nothing much.”

Bianca raised her eyebrows and Percy surrendered.

“It seems I was very nice and innocent. So I decided not to be anymore.”

"Do not tell me.”

"Nobody tells me these things! I thought Nico didn't think about…about…”

“Sex?”

“Apparently I was wrong and he thought I wasn't interested.”

"Hm..." Bianca looked at him for a few more moments and was merciful. “It's not your fault, it was that blonde girl who was always after you.”

"Damn it. I don't even like women!"

"And? I would be more careful if I were you.”

Percy knew this wasn't a threat but it was a warning, as Bianca would never do anything to get in the way of Nico's happiness.

"Do you think I should do something more drastic?"

“I think Nico would do something drastic if he thinks he's in the way.”

Percy stopped breathing for a moment and realized the seriousness of the problem, only now did he see that Bianca looked worried. She wouldn't be home when responsibility always came first for the Di Angelos; she wouldn't be wasting that precious time if Bianca didn't think it was extremely important.

“I'll take care of everything. You don’t need to worry.”

"It's what I hope.”

With that, they both lowered their heads and continued to eat until Nico returned, calmer and more composed. Both finished eating the rest of the food, and in a hurry, Nico soon pulled him by the hand and towards the car parked in front of the Di Ângelo's house.

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