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ShortStory #2 – Eu sei que você quer (traição+blowjob+babá)

Oii, como vai? Então.... vou precisar dar uma parada nas postagens para descansar. A boa notica é que em fevereiro estamos de volta. Eu também escrevi um shortstory para me desculpar. Espero que vocês gostem! 18+!

“Eu sei que você quer.” Nico disse, sem nem ao menos hesitar.

De joelhos a seus pés e o encarando com os olhos mais inocentes que Percy já tinha visto, o garoto que tinha idade para ser seu filho, repousou as mãos sobre o próprio colo e umedeceu os lábios, ele abriu a boca e colocou a língua para fora, convidando Percy a se aproximar dele.

Como Percy poderia resistir, justo diante dessa visão que vinha se repetindo em seus sonhos mais sombrios, e que agora se apresentava a ele numa bandeja de ouro? Como ele poderia desviar os olhos daquela boquinha avermelhada e carnuda, do pescoço longo e elegante, e do corpo esguio que finalmente estava exatamente onde Percy mais queria? E já que Nico já estava de joelhos a sua frente, sem Percy nem ter que pedir, ainda olhando para ele com aquela enganadora expressão de inocência e timidez, Percy não perderia a oportunidade que estava sendo dada a ele.

Antes de fazer alguma besteira, Percy fechou os olhos, tentando raciocinar sobre a nevoa de luxúria que o tomava. Deuses! O que ele estava fazendo? Ou melhor, o que estava prestes a fazer? Percy nunca pensou que Nico fosse capaz de fazer algo assim, ele era seu doce e jovem babá, o garotinho que ele viu crescer, correndo por aí com as outras crianças, sempre sorrindo para ele e parando em frente à sua casa para falar com ele. Mas, agora, a imagem imaculada do garotinho de pele oliva e profundos olhos negros se transformava, e tudo o que Percy queria era tocar em Nico, era tudo o que ele queria desde que Nico começou a trabalhar para ele e sua esposa, notando como o garotinho tímido tinha se tornado um homem, bonito e alto, sempre prestativo e disponível, não importava qual fosse o momento que ele e sua esposa precisariam de seus serviços como babá.

“Por favor, senhor. Eu... eu quero... sei que a sua esposa não te toca mais. Por favor, eu posso te mostrar que sou melhor do que ela.”

Percy começava a desconfiar que Nico estava certo. Annabeth não tinha interesse em sexo, ele não tinha interesse em ter sexo com ela. O que não tornava o que estava prestes a acontecer melhor ou certo. Embora ele não precisasse se preocupar em seu pego, sua esposa só voltaria de viagem na próxima semana, provavelmente demorasse mais tempo do que isso se ele a conhecesse, e seus filhos estavam no andar de cima, há essa hora dormindo profundamente. Se eles agissem rápido e fossem silenciosos, tinha certeza que ninguém saberia.

"Você tem certeza disso?" Percy não consegui evitar e estendeu a mão, tocando no rosto de Nico, macio e aveludado, deixando que seus dedos deslizassem pelas maçãs do rosto de Nico e então tocou seus lábios, dedilhando o contorno deles que se abriram mais uma vez, a língua de Nico saindo e se encontrando com a ponta de seus dedos, os chupando sem pressa, o encarando, como se o desafiasse.

Bem, Nico não tinha usado palavras, mas o gesto era mais do que suficiente. Percy não conseguiu evitar que um suspiro escapasse de sua boca quando enfim abriu o zíper de suas calças, puxando seu membro duro para fora de sua cueca. Percy massageou o falo durante alguns momentos antes de guiá-lo em direção aos lábios que ainda o esperavam molhado e abertos, Nico arfando levemente.

No fim, deixar que Nico envolvesse seu membro com aqueles lábios macios e o chupasse por longos minutos, tinha sido uma das decisões mais fáceis de sua vida, e quando ele finalmente alcançou a garganta de Nico depois de algumas momentos, o sentindo engasgar levemente, sua segunda decisão mais fácil também veio; Percy agarrou nos cabelos de Nico e se deixou levar naquele vai e vem, observando os olhos negros de Nico lacrimejarem, fixos nele, enquanto Nico, agora com os lábios relaxados ao redor dele, engolia ao redor de Percy e tocava o próprio membro, pequeno e molhado, Percy sentindo Nico estremecer e gemer, extasiado pela cena que via.

E então, educativo, não? Brincadeiras a parte, foi interessante, fazia tempo que eu não escrevia algo assim, então, valeu apena. Espero que você tenham se divertido.

Até logo!

Matilda (1996) dir. Danny DeVito

I find very funny how in the books, they (Rick) tried so hard to sell Annabeth as the perfect match for Percy, and then they tried really hard to make the couple seen as the goal in relationships matter, AND THEN RICK GOES AND GIVES US NICO DI ANGELO. You know, the 13 year old who took Percy to the Styx so he heightened the chances that he wouldn't DIE, the 13 yo who turn on his father, A GOD, the second Hades tried to hurt Percy, the solid reason why they didn't die in the battle of Manhattan in the first place AND HIS SOLID MOTIVATION WAS THAT HE DIDN'T WANT PERCY TO DIE, all this poor kid wants is for Percy to live, and he goes to extremes to garantee this, even if Percy hate him afterwards, at least he's make sure he'll survive. Nico wasn't even with the Olympians, he was on Percy's side, and Percy just so happen to be on the Olympians side, I'm fully convinced that If Percy have had said "Fuck it" in BotL and just told Nico to just turn around and fight along Kronos with him (cofcof), Nico would had done it, he hadn't even meet Hades yet.

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Wow! There's some really good illustrations. Specially Percy e Nico. Very good!

completed a portrait series of all the human children of the big three from pjo/hoo 𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

loved loved loved experimenting with a new style and interpreting these characters with a new design!

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

Hi, how are you? Another chapter and so fast? I'm enjoying it while the burnout doesn't come! I hope you like it.

I don't have many warnings in this chapter. Consider this chapter part of the previous one, okay?

CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII / CHAPTER XIII / CHAPTER XIV / CHAPTER XV / CHAPTER XVI

Nico admitted that talking to Percy made things easier. Sincerely? He didn't care, he thought it wouldn't change much if he said what he thought or not. Nico was wrong, of course, although he only did all that because he saw how these secrets bothered Percy. They weren't exactly secrets, they were… some small things that made him feel ashamed or that he thought weren't important. In the end, Percy was right. It was the best feeling in the world, knowing that Percy cared so much about what he thought and felt, to the point of insisting so much and forcing him to see that he was important, even if it was for just one person; he was no longer invisible and what he thought was valid.

Nico wasn’t that clueless, He knew what had happened to him. Was fully aware that his father had abandoned him long before his mother died, but leaving a child alone in the care of his older sister who could barely look after herself? He would never blame Bianca, let alone Percy, who had welcomed him with open arms when the boy had no obligation. Nico couldn't imagine where he would be today if it hadn't been for Percy, who, although a little rebellious and controlling, was kind and concerned, much more affectionate than the image Percy gave to the rest of the world, the gruff and somewhat violent boy who hid inside his chest the desire to love and be loved, not for what he had but for what he was. And Nico understood that perfectly well. When the people around him found out that he was rich, the damage was already done; some people began to avoid him and others to flatter him, but not Percy, ‘cause Percy had always been the same protective and affectionate person, always offering him a smile and willing to share everything he had with Nico; his house, his money and even his family.

That's why at that moment, when Percy said that his opinion mattered, he believed him. And when Percy asked him to be honest, Nico did his best. He knew he could have made something up or pretended nothing was happening, seeing that Percy was about to give in. The problem was, they were the same in those kinds of things; it’s better to have something broken than not have it, right? Nico wasn't sure anymore, all he knew was that he was exactly where he was supposed to be, outside the house lying on a sun lounger with a book in his hand, watching the Jackson family having fun. Percy was swimming, Sally was grilling vegetables and meat on the electric grill and Grover and Tyson were sitting on the grass, doing what they do best, organizing the restaurant's upcoming events and deciding on the menu design for the next month. Nico could even breathe easier, feeling the mid-afternoon sun hit his face, making him close his eyes for a moment. A moment that seemed to last longer than he intended, when he was woken up by a soft voice and loving hands touching his hair.

"Nico, the food’s ready. You shouldn't spend so long in the sun." It was Sally, who smiled at him and helped him up from the chair.

Nico blinked slowly and, with his vision still blurred, let Sally guide him to the tables near the barbecue that were under huge umbrellas, serving as makeshift tents since they rarely used the outside of the house. Or so Percy had told him.

"What a good smell! "He heard someone say from afar.

Nico felt like he was in paradise.

Still a little drowsy, he watched Percy take another lap around the pool and go to the edge, propelling himself out of it and coming towards them, strutting around, like he hadn’t a care in the world, throwing his wet hair back and wearing only a swimming trunks, wetting the ground wherever he went. It was almost as if the water had attached itself to his body and didn't want to leave him. Nico didn't even get angry when Percy leaned over and kissed him, getting him wet in the process as he sat down next to him.

"Good reading?”

It was an interesting question; he couldn't remember a word of it, let alone if he'd read any of the pages. And instead of questioning his lack of an answer, Percy merely smiled at him and kissed his cheek. It seemed that their truce was still holding.

"How about we eat and rest later?”

Nico nodded, of course, suddenly feeling exhausted. Percy set out a piece of well-done steak, potatoes, and a salad for him and made another plate for himself. They ate in silence, and Nico hardly noticed as the sun softened and hid on the horizon. He also barely noticed the moment he went up to the room with Percy and got under the blankets, the only light that illuminated the room being the weak rays that passed through the blinds.

"Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up.”

Nico did his best to keep his eyes open. But Percy was still by his side, wearing only a swimming trunks, stroking his hair and cradling him like the baby Percy insisted he was. Maybe he was, and maybe Percy liked that. Things were what they were, and fighting nature was a battle doomed to failure. So he let himself be lulled to sleep and relaxed against the pillows. Maybe when he woke up he wouldn't feel so strange and tired.

***

Percy waited until Nico's breathing became deep and got up, then quietly went downstairs to where his mother was still sitting under an umbrella.

"Is he asleep?”

"Yes. I think I've tired him out.”

"Percy, we've already talked about this.”

"I know that, okay! It's just that... Nico is so disinterested in everything.”

"Darling, I understand. But if you want Nico to stay here, you have to follow our rules.”

"You don't understand! He's starting to get quiet again. Nico hardly eats and doesn't want to talk about anything. What do you want me to do if sex is the only thing that holds his attention?”

"Have you ever thought that Nico is feeling comfortable enough to be himself?”

"But he's so calm! Nothing seems to affect him.”

"Darling." Now Sally was laughing at him, and not even hiding her amusement. "The problem here may be something else.”

"What?”

"Your need for control. If you don't understand, you try to control it.”

"I really don't understand.”

"Think of it this way, Nico was alone, so he had to act in a certain way in order not to remain alone, right? Is he still alone?”

"Are you telling me he's quiet because he wants to be? Because it feels good?”

"Percy! Nico is part of the family, but he's not your responsibility.”

"Of course he is. If his father never cared and his sister cares when it's convenient, someone has to!”

"Percy.”

"I know it's not my responsibility, I don't see it that way. I just worry. What if the next time he runs away, Nico gets hurt? What will happen when no one can help him?”

"It still won't be your fault. Just as it's not his if Nico feels cornered and wants to protect himself. You have to accept that.”

"I hate that you studied psychology.”

"How else could I understand what's going on in my son's head?”

"Mom!”

"I'm serious, Percy. Think about it. Do you act the same everywhere and with everyone? Then don't expect Nico to do the same. Would you rather he pretended to be something just to please you? Wasn't that the problem?”

"I'm just... I'm scared. I screwed up before, you know? What if I do the same thing?”

"It still won't be your fault.”

"So whose is it?”

"Nobody's. It's just life. It's up to us to forgive and move on. In the end, life is about choices.”

"I don't like that.”

"Well, darling, nobody likes it. You have to understand that deep down it's not about you.”

"That's a shame. If it were, I'd have sorted it out by now.”

"Percy! You have to respect what Nico wants.”

"Hm." That was a good place to start. "All right, I'll do what you want. But I can't promise anything.”

"Perseus Jackson!”

Sally slapped his arm and all he could do was laugh. Sally wasn't the kind of person who punished through pain, no, but by taking away what you loved most. So Percy knew his mother didn't mean it, she would never punish him so cruelly. In the end, she hugged him and told him: "Behave yourself and everything will work out in the end. Be patient.”

***

"Behave and everything will work out in the end. Be patient.”

Nico didn't want to be spying, he swore he didn't want to. But Percy had said he'd be by his side when he woke up, and when Percy wasn't there, the only thing on his mind was to go in search of the liar. It was all right, he forgave Percy since Percy needed Sally more than he needed Percy at the moment; and to think that Percy asked him to be honest when Percy didn't do the same. Because, yes, he had heard it all. From his "lack of interest" to "you have to respect what Nico wants".

It was funny in an almost sick way. What did he want? It was hard to decide. In the past, he wanted a real friend, then someone to hold his hand. And when all that had come true, things started to get complicated; he wanted a boyfriend and didn't want Percy to know how he felt; he wanted kisses and didn't want Percy to find out. Now? Well, now that he had all this, he realized that in the end all these desires were concentrated in one person, and as long as he had that, he was satisfied, even if he knew it wasn't very healthy or right from an ethical, moral or mental point of view. However, it was something to think about... what was the point of having what he wanted when the price was seeing Percy so frustrated and anxious?

Before they could notice him, Nico entered the house and climbed the stairs, lying down on the bed where Percy had left him. Maybe he could... show more interest? It wouldn't be that much effort, right? And it might even be fun. So he put his head on the pillow and didn't have to wait long. Soon the bedroom door opened and the bed beside him moved, arms wrapped around his waist and a kiss was placed behind his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Did I wake you up?”

"I'm so sorry." Nico said, turning around in Percy's arms, looking at him closely. "I didn't know you cared so much.”

"You heard?" Percy made a serious face and Nico felt his heart clench.

He wrapped his arms around Percy's neck and kissed him for long minutes, closing his eyes tightly, knowing that he would rather not look at Percy when he started talking.

With his eyes still closed, he leaned his forehead against Percy's and spoke:

"Your mother is right. I... you may have a certain influence over my personality, but it's not exactly that. I like it that way, I just want a bit of peace and quiet, you know? A place to belong. I want to have someone to…” 

"To?”

"I want someone to own me. Who is in control. Who won't let me get away and who knows what I need.”

"Own you? How? You're not a property, something for people to buy.”

"Sometimes that's how I feel. I'm just this thing, sometimes I'm valuable, and sometimes, not.”

"Nico.”

"I prefer to be with someone who values me and treats me well. I want you to own me and no one else. Are you mine too?”

That's why Nico didn't want to say anything. As long as Percy thought he had a modicum of normality, things would be fine. Now that Pandora's box had been opened, all he had left was hope. He could feel the frustration exploding out of Percy, the guilt, the tension. The longer they remained still and silent, the worse everything got. Nico forced himself to open his eyes and take a deep breath, trying to be brave.

What he saw next surprised him. Percy didn't look happy or sad, shocked or upset, just... quiet, a stillness so intense that it rivaled his own, only his face remained serious and tense.

"What you're saying is very serious. Since when do you feel this way?”

And if he had to be honest...

"I think it's always been like this. Ever since that time in the bathroom. I know it's not very common. And I know I didn't know much back then. The point is that even with distance, nothing has changed. You can try to be more... correct and fair, but in the end, it makes no difference to me. Just because you realized you were doing wrong things, it still doesn't change what we've been through or what we're going to go through. The only thing that has changed is that distance has shown me that I love you, and that I love every little thing about you, good or bad, kind or mean. I accept you as you accept me. So don't make me change just like I don't want you to change.”

It seems that's what Percy needed to come out of his catatonic state. Percy took his hand and kissed it, then hugged him tightly again.

"I accept you as you are. I didn't want you to see those parts of me. They don't define me and I don't want them to define you either. I thought that if I tried hard enough, they would stay buried and no one would need to notice them.”

"I know. I love you. I love every single one of them. And when I say all of them, I mean all of them.”

Percy chuckled into his ear, making him shiver from head to toe, his voice coming out hoarse as Percy pressed him against the bed and placed himself between his legs.

"All of them? Without exception?”

"None. Well, maybe when you hesitate to touch me. I don't like that.”

Another laugh and a grinding of teeth that ran down the back of his neck and onto his shoulder. Hmmm... that would leave a mark, for sure.

"I'll keep that in mind. Any other suggestions?”

"You're going too slowly. Maybe if you tortured me less?”

"I can't guarantee that.”

"Oh!”

What could Nico do but give in and moan? His pants were pulled down and soon his member was in Percy's mouth. There was nothing better than that.

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So, I don't know if I liked this chapter very much. But it was productive. I don't know. I hope you had fun. But like, should I do a +18 scene in the next chapter? Or not? I'll let you decide.

See you next time!

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XX and Chapter XXI

Hi, we're back! I've had a bit of time and decided to move things along. I hope you like it.

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / / CHAPTER III, CHAPTER IV e CHAPTER V / Chapter VI e Chapter VII / Chapter VIII e Chapter IX / Chapter X, Chapter XI, Chapter XII e Chapter XIII / Chapter XIV / Chapter XV / Chapter XVI e Chapter XVII / Chapter XVIII and Chapter XIX

Chapter XX

“I’m leaving,” Nico muttered weakly before leaving the house.

He took one last look at his father's figure sitting on the couch, ignoring him while reading the newspaper, and opened the door. Nico didn't even wait for a greeting in return, knowing he wouldn't get one. Not that he cared, he had come there to get some books and a change of clothes, and if that was the way Hades was going to continue to treat him... it was better that way, because things were only going to get worse. After that lunch with Percy, or rather, after he decided to ignoreWill's calls, the vow of silence had begun. However, it was only when the gifts, money and unwanted appearances started to appear that things became truly uncomfortable. That is, gifts from Percy andWill, both competing to see who was the best.

Yes, it seemed that was how things would be. If he didn’t stay too long inside that house, he wouldn’t have to see them and that way, everything would be fine. And if he didn’t stay at home, Maria wouldn’t have to take sides and Hazel wouldn’t have to fight with Hades, but… but it was all right. Jason and Thalia were helping him, the siblings had a spare room and they didn’t demand anything from Nico. Yes, it was the best thing to do, he kept telling himself; in the end, everything would be fine. The good news was that Nico had left plenty of clothes at their house and he wouldn’t have to go back for a few days.

"Nico!" Nico's soul nearly jumped out of his body at the shrill scream. Hazel came running down the stairs toward him, her face distressed and angry, determined as ever.

"Where have you been all week! We've been so worried.”

She was a true angel. Nico let Hazel's short arms wrap tightly around his waist and returned the gesture, barely realizing how much he missed her.

"I'm not welcome here." Nico confessed.

"That’s not true! Mom and Bianca miss you. EvenThanatos asked about you.”

"It's better this way." He said, "You don't have to fight over me.”

"No, I refuse. You're not leaving!”

"Honey, I have to work.”

Nico looked at her and smiled, even though he was crying a little. He missed Hazel so much that he almost gave in to the temptation to stay. He missed his mother too, and the nights watching movies with his brothers.”

"Why, right now? What changed that made you abandon me?" Hazel pouted cutely and tears fell from her golden eyes. The worst part was that she was right.

For the first time in his life, Nico had accepted someone's help and gone to the psychiatrist that Percy had recommended, as well as the psychologist, both community doctors. The truth is that the doctors he had seen before had not been a good experience, but Nico had talked a lot with them, learning that moving away from what was hurting him was essential, even if it was slow, and having a support network was even more important. He had also decided that he would no longer lie and that he would face his problems head on, and he would never, ever again be ashamed or feel guilty for thinking of himself first.

"I'm going to a psychiatrist. She prescribed me a weaker sedative and advised me to seek a healthier environment.”

“Oh,” she murmured. “I understand. I’m… I’m happy for you.” But now she was crying for real, silent tears streaming down her dark face. “You’ll come back to visit, won’t you?”

"I'm not leaving. I just need some distance. When you need me, just call me and I'll come running.”

"Do you promise?”

"I promise." Nico said to her and hugged her tightly.

"Can I go with you?”

"Where?”

"Work, of course." She said as if it were obvious.

And you know what? He shrugged, Percy probably wouldn't mind.

Nico took Hazel's hand and guided her to the bus stop.

***

Nico rang the bell and held Hazel's hand, counting the seconds. The door opened quickly and, as usual, it was Percy who came to greet him, always with a big smile and an affectionate hug.

Of course, it hadn't always been like this, the important thing was that in the last few days a simple "hello" had turned into something more, something that required physical contact and was as easy as breathing. He just wanted things to stop there. You know when you think it's going to rain a little and instead a flood destroys your house? That was exactly how Nico felt, all the presents, tight hugs and soft smiles weren't good for his heart. Or the money that had mysteriously appeared in his bank account, so many zeros that Nico didn't even know how to count them and that seemed to increase every day he looked at it.

"You know you don't have to rin-- Hazel! What are you doing here?" Percy said, opening the door completely and allowing them access to the entrance chamber. Percy crossed his arms and made a face, but Nico knew it was a joke, because soon after Percy bent down and hugged Hazel, ruffling her hair.

"She came with me today, I hope that's okay.”

"Yeah, no problem." Percy said and turned to him.

Holding his shoulders, Percy looked him straight in the eyes and then moved them from his feet to his head, and only then hugged him tightly, tighter and longer than would be appropriate.

"You look much better. The kids will love to see you." Percy said in the middle of the hug, his voice whispered against his earlobe.

Nico could only nod, the words he was about to say disappearing without being pronounced, like, why he found so much money in his account when he went to get money to buy a book and why so many gifts. He just wanted to understand what was going on between them. Or what could still happen. What really made him understand how screwed he was was finding himself surrounded by Percy's arms, realizing how much he had missed him this past week, the week he had asked for time off. It was the only way to get his life together and try to build something to motivate him to continue.

One of Percy's hands held him by the back of the neck and the other came to rest on the small of his back, making him feel welcome and safe. When Percy finally let go, Hazel and Percy had identical smiles on their faces, which made him deeply uncomfortable, as if they knew something Nico didn't.

"Come on, the kids are already at the table." Percy told him.

Percy touched his hand hesitantly, as if expecting to be rejected, but when Nico did nothing to stop him, Percy gently guided him as he stroked his fingers. However, Nico didn't have time to enjoy the feeling of Percy's touch on his skin, because there was the Jackson family; Alice sitting next to Logan,Annabeth at the farthest point from everyone while Percy sat in the center, with him and Hazel seating them next to him and across from the children. The funny thing was that instead of asking the cook or the housekeeper to get more dishes, Percy himself stood up.

"There's always room for one more in this house." Percy placed the cutlery, plates and glasses as the housekeeper had taught them and straightened his spine. Percy puffed out his chest and cocked his head in a comical gesture, looking really proud of his work.

"So, what brings your sister here?”

"I--” Of course Nico didn't get the chance to finish.

"I had to ambush Nico in the morning!" Hazel practically slammed her hands on the table, exactly like Hades would do, all irritated and offended.

“Oh, really?” Was all Percy said, his easy smile seeming to calm her.

"Nico… Nico hadn’t been home for over a week! I was so worried! No one knew where he had gone, not Mom, Hades, Bianca. Not even Lou and Cecil! It was like he had disappeared off the map!”

"Hmm, and how did that happen?”

But this time, Percy wasn’t asking Hazel that question. No, he was looking at Nico as he lifted the wine glass to his lips. One corner of his mouth lifted and he leaned back against the back of his chair, looking Nico over once more from head to toe.

"Could this have anything to do with some recent changes? I wonder what it could be…" Percy said again, in that mix of joking and mocking that only he could do.

“Okay,” Nico said, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. “I went to the psychiatrist, okay? She referred me to a psychologist too.”

"I'm glad." Percy said then, contentedly. The smile that reached his eyes said much more. “Did you like it?”

“Like isn’t the word I’d use,” Nico found himself saying, feeling his face heat up, that urge to hide stronger than his sense of pride. “It’s helping. I guess I needed to hear certain things, from a neutral perspective, you know?”

“I know!” What surprised him wasn’t that someone agreed with him, but that it was Logan who had said it. Alice nodded, seeming to flinch when the attention turned to them. “Dad put us in therapy after you had your panic attack. It’s so cool! He listens to me and jokes with me, just like you do, Nico!”

He smiled at Logan and Alice, but for some reason he felt like crying. Nico didn't cry, of course, it would be too much drama for such an early morning, he just looked at Percy suspiciously.

Percy shrugged.

"My parents never worried about that kind of thing. I wanted to make sure that… everything was as it should be." Percy muttered, a strange, self-deprecating smile forming.

Nico was so proud! To show his approval, he held Percy's hand and smiled at him. Percy didn't know how much trouble he was saving himself with this. Percy only did this because the children must have been traumatized, but it showed that Percy cared about their well-being, not just their physical well-being, but their mental well-being as well. The problem was that Percy turned his hand against his and intertwined their fingers, making him feel that warm feeling in his heart, and maybe somewhere else too. When that happened, he tended to forget everything else.

It was at that moment that Nico heard a throat clearing.

Sofia pushed her chair back and stood up, knocking it over as she went. She crossed her arms and approached them, circling behind each one sitting at the table, as if she was about to attack.

"Who gave you permission to do this to my children? Is this how you raise them? And letting just anyone come into my house?”

If he didn't know whoAnnabeth was or what the purpose behind those words was, Nico would be offended. Hazel, who didn't know what was happening, didn't have the same reaction. She stood up and, just as aggressively asAnnabeth, lifted her chin, taking a step towards her.

Fortunately, Nico acted faster. He grabbed her arm and sent her a look, which was enough for Hazel to sit back down, not at all happy with the situation.

"Is this house still yours?" Surprised, Nico heard Logan say once more. "If you don’t live here, is it still yours?”

Percy frowned andAnnabeth paled. If Nico hadn't been paying so much attention he would have missed the momentAnnabeth gasped and took a step back in shock. Percy was too focused on Logan, Alice was looking down in sadness, and Hazel had looked away in a huff. He could only watch asAnnabeth took another step back and another, disappearing up the stairs without a word.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring Hazel there.

Chapter XXI

Even though the morning was full of drama, the rest of the day passed peacefully; after Percy talked to Logan, Nico took the children to school with Hazel and then they returned, Nico showing his sister the house, quickly passing by Percy's room, a gigantic place with a double bed, a suite with a bathroom and, in the corner of the room, a spacious table with chairs, a printer and everything Percy could possibly need. They said "hi" to Percy and soon Nico pulled Hazel by the hand when she started to talk, Percy in the middle of documents spread out on the table, laughing at their attitude.

When they finally returned to the living room, Nico was able to sit down and pick up his books. But Hazel? She wasn't satisfied with that. No, she walked around the room, looked out the window that overlooked the garden and the pool, and went to the bookshelf that took up an entire wall and began to read the titles.

That was already getting on his nerves.

"Hazel, what are you doing? Looking for evidence for Hades?”

"What, no… but… is that all?”

She came towards him and sat on the sofa by his side, still curious.

"What were you thinking?”

"You and Percy seem so close…”

"Hazel!”

"I'm just saying. So, you just study? All afternoon?”

"Sometimes Percy comes over and we watch a movie. Or we get something to eat.”

"Really? Not even a little kiss? Maybe a--”

"You can stop right there. If you came here for that--”

"No! I missed you. You still haven't said where you're living.”

"And I won't. I don't want to take my problems elsewhere. They're already helping me, I can't get them into this mess.”

"Is this part of your therapy too?" She asked, pouting.

"Yes. I have to learn to say no, or the same thing will happen no matter where I go.”

"What? People coming to your new house?”

"No, people abusing me. Even if they don't know what they're doing.”

"Oh." Hazel murmured, looking at her hands. "Do I do that? I never--”

"It's not your fault. If I don't tell you how I feel, how can you know? The responsibility for building healthy relationships must come from both parties.”

"Does it start with “no”?”

"Start by defining what I am willing to accept and what I should never allow.”

"Oh." She said, but this time, Hazel understood. She smiled and hugged him tightly. "I hope I'm one of those healthy relationships.”

"Of course you are, I'll always want you in my life. The question is: do you want to study with me until it's time to pick up the kids or do you want me to take you home?”

"I think I've caused enough trouble. I'll go alone.”

"Are you sure? Do you have the money for the bus?”

"Yes, Hades always gives me money to spare. Don't worry.”

That was when Nico realized how differently they were treated. Hades had never given him a penny that wasn't strictly necessary, but for Hazel... only the best. He took Hazel to the door and waited for Ethan to pick her up, and only then did he let himself fall apart. He walked mechanically to his little corner in the living room and lay down in one of the long armchairs, only realizing that time had passed when someone gently touched him on the shoulder.

“I--”

He jumped and tried to sit up. However, it was Percy. The man always caught him in these situations. Percy just smiled at him and sat down next to him, Percy's hands going to his hair automatically, brushing and massaging, rocking him so gently that he calmed down after a few moments.

"You were so quiet, you didn't come to call me for lunch. Have you eaten yet?”

"No." Nico denied, relieved that he didn't have to explain.

He didn't understand where all this care was coming from or why Percy chose to treat him this way. It was clear that he wasn't the best person for Percy to invest so much time... and money in. In the last few weeks it had seemed like as soon as he breathed, Percy was offering him something or giving him "tips" that felt more like extra pay, even when he was off duty, the money showing up in his account randomly.

It’s just… that was why he was working, wasn’t it? Except it wasn’t work at all, taking care of the kids or occasionally making food when the cook was gone. Really, Percy had done so much for him, more than he could ever do for Percy; he just wished Percy wouldn’t make him feel so guilty.

Ah! Who was he kidding? Percy was all he needed. Someone who would support him, care for him, and understand him, someone Nico could trust, just like Percy had already proven. So why did all of this feel so wrong? So bad? Like he was taking advantage of the man and manipulating him, just like those girls his father criticized so much.

"Nico?" Percy called his name, and that voice that was usually soft and husky, sounded authoritative, like Nico hadn't heard in a long time.

He immediately paid attention and looked at Percy's face, who was staring at him seriously, with his jaw clenched, offering him his hand. He didn't hesitate and took it, Percy's firm grip making him feel safe and a little better.

"I'm not going to make you talk about what happened. You know you can talk to me about anything, right? It doesn't matter what it is.”

“I…”

"Am I being too intrusive? If it's about something that happened in this house, I can--”

"No!" He jumped up, facing Percy. "Nothing happened. Nothing at all!”

"Hm. I'll pretend to believe you. But if something is bothering you, I'd rather hear it from you than from other people.”

"I promise… I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

Still a little sad, Nico sniffed and wiped the tears on the sleeve of his sweater. Percy didn't ask anything else, just took his hand again and guided him once more with his firm touch. He knew that if he wanted to talk, Percy would listen; and that was enough to make the sadness dissolve a little more, enough for Nico to know that if he had lost a father, he had gained so much more in return.

***

When Nico opened his eyes, the living room was already dark, only the television and the clock lit up the room. He rubbed his eyes and checked the time, half past eight, well after working hours. He got up and left the children sleeping, heading towards the kitchen, or that was the goal. Nico had to stop halfway when he came acrossAnnabeth, she was coming down the stairs, pulling a huge and heavy suitcase, and for a moment he felt bad for the children who were being abandoned once again, without so much as a goodbye or any words of comfort.

Fortunately, Nico soon snapped out of his trance and headed towardsAnnabeth, running over to where she was, helping her down the rest of the steps.

“Thank you,” was all she said, her attention completely on the still half-open suitcase, her gaze determined to fit everything into that compact space.

"Sofia-- ma'am... aren't you say goodbye to the children?”

"Say goodbye to them?"Annabeth finally looked at him and analyzed him from head to toe. "They don't need me. They don't even want me here. Why would I say goodbye?”

It was a good question. Still, it wasn't the right thing to do.

"The children miss you.”

“I know they do.” She finally closed her suitcase and turned to him, with the same self-deprecating smile Percy had used before. “They miss something that never existed.”

"That's not true. I bet they'd love to spend a holiday with you. If you'd talk to them... Percy would be open to it, I know he would.”

"So cute, yet so innocent." She finally smiled at Nico, a sincere smile that spread across her entire face. "You're a good boy. That's why I know you'll take good care of my husband and my children. You have a gift for it. They're so happy that I won't need to go back for a long time.”

"What?" Nico asked without understanding.  “So, you…”

"It's the deal I made with Percy, I have to come back a few times a year. That's it.”

"Aren't you afraid?”

"What could I be afraid of?" She looked down at him, mocking Nico. When Percy did that, it gave him a feeling of affection, but whenAnnabeth did it, he could only feel mockery and sadness.

"For them to grow up and reject you for the rest of their lives?”

Sofia pulled on the handle of her suitcase and hesitated for a moment, then looked back at him with those piercing gray eyes.

"I meant it about the kids missing you. They were so happy when they heard you were coming… all they need is a little attention. They just need to know that their mother cares.”

"Hm." Was all she said before tossing her golden hair back and opening the door, walking out.

You know what was funny?Annabeth had spent the past two weeks watching him like a hawk, trying to find any flaws or mistakes he might make, but all she had revealed was how she and Percy could never be more than two strangers, or how the children worshipped her, like a god they could never reach. But now, listening to the sound of the car driving away, all Nico felt was sadness. These were two more children who would grow up feeling rejected and incomplete.

See you next week!

Não há lugar como o lar - Percy/Nico AU Colegial, Parte II

Oi, como vai? Mais pedacinho da história. Conforme eu for escrevendo, vou colocando aqui. Todo feedback ou comentário é bem-vindo. E claro se você ver algo estranho me avise, às vezes eu acho que escrevi algumas coisas só que na hora a informação falta.

Boa leitura^^

Era estranho estar ali depois de tanto tempo. As paredes cor creme ainda eram as mesmas, ali estavam os mesmo bancos azuis e as mesmas mesas pretas, os mesmos corredores largos e a mesma cantina, pintada da mesma cor pastel. Ele até conseguia reconhecer alguns rostos familiares no meio de outros mais jovens. Era um dejavú, só que agora ele via as coisas do alto, numa perspectiva distante, quase deslocada, onde antes seus dias eram permeados por ansiedade e incerteza agora tudo parecia mais fácil e indolor, ainda que um pouco doloroso, mas sem importância e talvez até confortável. Talvez fosse pelo fato de Percy ainda estar segurando em sua mão, conversando com a mesma secretária de dois anos atrás, uma senhora de cinquenta anos, sempre sorridente e solícita.

No fim, não demorou muito para ele conseguir seus papéis de admissão que precisaria mostrar para seus professores.

— E então, língua portuguesa? Aula dupla? Eu também tenho. Deixa eu ver seu horário.

Nico deu de ombros e tirou de dentro da bolsa sua grade horária de aulas. Ele observou Percy pegar o papel de suas mãos, franzir a testa em concentração e entregar de volta o papel para ele: — Temos a maioria das aulas juntos. Você está nos clubes de artes e de música? Eu estou no de música também.

— Pareceu ser os mais fáceis.

— Eu aposto.

— Cala a boca. — Nico empurrou Percy pelos ombros e andou para fora da secretaria. Poucas pessoas sabiam que ele tinha facilidade para coisas criativas e talvez ele tenha tocado algo para Percy durante os anos. Bem, isso não era da conta de outras pessoas.

— Nico, as salas mudaram! Estamos usando os auditórios.

— Tá bom. — Nico revirou os olhos e dessa vez nem se surpreendeu quando Percy o alcançou e tocou em seu ombro, suas mãos grandes deslizando por suas costas até chegar em sua cintura, o guiando suavemente na direção correta. Na verdade, ele não se lembrava dessa escola ter um auditório, então, se deixou ser guiado por Percy, uma presença confortável e calorosa a seu lado.

***

Quando eles chegaram no auditório a aula já tinha começado. A professora Johnson não era do tipo que se importava com atrasos se a aula não fosse atrapalhada, pois isso Percy ficou parado na entrada principal da sala, longe do olhar da professora, preferindo ver Nico descer até o palanque onde a professora estava e entregar o papel para ela assinar. O que Percy podia dizer? Nico era uma visão bem mais interessante naquele momento, longas pernas encobertas por um jeans justo, bunda empinada, cintura fina, ombros largos, profundos olhos negros e uma boquinha que parecia estar sempre mordida e avermelhada, pele negra e bronzeada, parecendo ser tão macia que ele não resistiu a vontade de tocar nele assim que pôde, só para testar a teoria. Ele admitia, estava indo rápido demais, porém dois anos era tempo suficiente para saber se você gosta de alguém, não? Sem contar os sete anos antes disso. Talvez ele devesse ter ido para a Itália com Nico quando Hades ofereceu, sempre generoso mesmo que ausente na maioria das vezes.

Ele foi tirado de seus devaneios quando Nico terminou de falar com a professora e veio em sua direção, despreocupado e lento, como se tivesse todo o tempo do mundo, desfilando com suas roupas punk e atitude despretensiosa. Porque evitar algo que ele sabia que aconteceria cedo ou tarde? Se Percy pudesse, ele beijaria Nico ali e agora, para acabar com aquela tortura que se estendia por tantos anos. Mas ele podia se controlar, se tinha esperado por mais dois anos, podia esperar mais alguns dias.

— Tudo certo?

Nico apenas acenou e pegou em sua mão, o levando em direção ao meio do auditório onde eles podiam ter uma boa visão da professora e do que ela estava falando. Percy nem teve tempo de apreciar Nico tomando a iniciativa e tocando nele por vontade própria, embora sentisse que deveria se preocupar mais com a reação das pessoas ao redor deles, os olhares nada discretos e murmúrios feito zumbidos a seu ouvido, ele não costumava exatamente namorar garotos em público, principalmente porque Annabeth sempre estava por perto para fazer com que todos pensarem que ele estava com ela. Era o que era, ele só esperava não ter que socar alguns rostos. Porque ele faria, e com muito prazer.

— Per? — Ele escutou alguém o chamar e só tinha uma pessoa que ainda o chamava assim. — Em que capítulo a gente está?

— Sete.

— Obrigado. — Nico murmurou mais baixo do que antes e se pôs a ler, completamente concentrado no livro e no que a professora dizia. Restou a Percy se perguntar como alguém podia ser tão bonitinho? Tão adorável? Observando um pequeno vinco aparecer entre as sobrancelhas de Nico, em seus lábios formarem um biquinho frustrado até que ele pareceu encontrar o que procurava no livro, relaxando contra o acento e se colocando a fazer a anotações rápidas conforme a professora discutia o assunto.

Então, um barulho veio da fileira de cadeiras acima da sua, alguém o tocando no ombro. Ele se virou e lá estava Grover, seu mais antigo amigo de infância.

— Quem é o garoto novo?

— Nico.

— Aquele garoto quieto e triste que Sally tinha praticamente adotado? O seu garoto italiano? Agora eu entendo a obsessão.

— Cala a boca! — Percy sussurrou furiosamente. Ele não era tão obcecado assim… era? Percy olhou para o lado, só para ter certeza que Nico não tinha escutado, vendo que o garoto continuava concentrado na aula e voltou a se virar para Grover: — Depois a gente conversa.

— Como você quiser, Don Juan.

— Tanto faz.

Percy se virou para a frente, se inclinou sobre Nico, vendo onde eles estavam no livro e ignorou todo o resto. Quando Nico empurrou o livro em direção a ele para que os dois pudessem ler, Percy não hesitou. Colocou o braço ao redor do ombro de Nico, juntou suas cabeças e começou a ler. Quem sabe se ele pudesse se concentrar, a vozinha no fundo de sua mente pararia de lembrá-lo de que isso daria em mais confusão do que ele estava disposto a lidar.

Não há lugar como o lar - Percy/Nico AU Colegial

Oii, como vai? Eu estava tentando continuar minha história atual, A Refulgente, mas sabe quando não está rolando? Aí comecei outra que deve ter no máximo umas 50 mil palavras (embora eu não saiba como escrever nada curto ou não tenha o controle mental para isso), outra Percy/Nico é claro. E como está fluindo bem, decidi dividir o começo dela por aqui antes de colocar em outros lugares. Na verdade, aqui é o único lugar onde ela vai estar até eu completá-la, se é que isso vai acontecer. Então, vamos ver como as coisas vão.

Para manter as coisas organizadas, vou reblogar o último capítulo conforme eu for atualizando o blog, assim fica mais fácil de acompanhar.

Ainda não tenho um sumário pronto, e em linhas gerais segue assim: Nico está voltando da Itália depois de passar dois anos por lá e encontra Percy, o melhor amigo que ele deixou para trás, mas que manteve contato nesse tempo afastado. O resto se desenvolve a partir desse reencontro e bem rápido! Nessa história vou tentar ser mais direta. Será que eu consigo? Boa leitura!

PS: Se vocês virem algum erro sobre quanto tempo Nico estive na Itália é porque mudei de cinco anos para dois. Texto sem muita revisão, mesmo assim, espero que vocês gostem.

Parte I

— Olha quem voltou! O garoto italiano. — Nico apenas teve tempo de se virar antes de ser prensado contra ombros largos e braços fortes que o abraçaram com tanta força que o levantaram no ar, o deixando sem ar e fazendo com que seus livros e bolsa caíssem ao chão, a porta de seu armário sendo fechada com um estrondo barulhento.

— Perseu Jackson!

— Só a minha mãe me chama assim.

Mas Percy estava rindo, o girando no ar enquanto as pessoas ao redor olhavam para eles. Também, não era para menos. Eles estavam bem no meio do corredor onde havia vários armários, dando para a entrada das classes de aula. Nico não resistiu, ele envolveu os braços ao redor do pescoço de Percy e o abraçou tão forte quanto Percy tinha feito, enterrando o rosto contra o pescoço de Percy.

— Eu senti sua falta. 

— Eu também senti a sua. — Nico murmurou de volta e se afastou, finalmente conseguindo ver o rosto de Percy. 

Olhos tão verdes quanto ele se lembrava, nariz reto e empinado, lábios finos e largos sempre em um sorriso bonito. O que tinha mudado era a altura, quase dois metros, e músculos. Onde ele se lembrava de um garoto tímido e um pouco triste tinha se transformado nesse… nesse homem feliz e cheio de vida. Confiantes. Embora ele ainda pudesse ver a bondade e a amizade que eles costumavam ter, mas essa coisa entre eles… esses abraços todos eram algo novo. Ele não podia evitar a comparação com o passado, onde ele era jovem demais e Percy era… Percy era Percy, abrindo a porta de sua casa para um garotinho triste e solitário.

— Dois  anos, hein? Eu pensei que você nunca ia voltar.

— Hm.

— Me deixe te ver melhor. — E o que ele nunca esperaria do garoto mais hétero e tímido que ele já tinha conhecido aconteceu, Percy levou uma de suas mãos a seu rosto e penteou seus cabelos para trás, expondo sua face por completo. E ele? Bem, Nico apenas encarou Percy de volta, tão focado no garoto quanto Percy se focava nele. Todas as ligações e vídeo-chamadas não se comparavam ao que a realidade lhe mostrava, o fazendo se questionar o que tinha acontecido nesse tempo todo para fazer Percy agir assim, tão… tão afetuoso, tão atencioso. Ele ainda namorava Annabeth, não? Ainda era o capitão do time de basquete? Esse devia ser o caso, pois Percy vestia a jaqueta do time.

— Hm… Percy? Me põe no chão, sim? — Nico fez o seu melhor para ficar sério.

— Por quê?

— Você não tem uma namorada?

— Eu tenho?

Então, Percy sorriu ainda mais e enfim o colocou no chão para em seguida afrouxar o agarre em seu rosto e em sua cintura, sem se afastar, porém se inclinando um pouco sobre ele, como se tivesse algo em seu rosto que ele precisava ver mais de perto.

— Como você tem estado? Por que você não me disse que chegava essa semana?

— Por quê? Você ia me buscar no aeroporto?

— É claro, meus amigos merecem o melhor.

— E o que seria esse melhor?

— Eu, é claro.

Nico jurava que estava tentando ficar sério. Pelo jeito que as coisas iam, Percy queria algo a mais e no momento ele não estava interessado. Mas não adiantou, Nico se segurou nos ombros de Percy e gargalhou; ele achava que essa era uma das piores cantadas que ele já tinha ouvido.

— Ei, não ri da minha cara. Eu sou um cara legal.

— E muito humilde, também. 

— Muito. — Percy disse e enfim o soltou, se encostando a seu lado em frente aos armários e Nico suspirou em alívio, pegando suas coisas do chão e as guardando no armário. Às vezes Percy era um pouco demais para ele; era o que Nico tinha descoberto durante os anos nas milhares de conversas que eles tiveram nesse tempo todo. Ele não sabia quando Percy tinha mudado do garoto introvertido para essa pessoa esfuziante, mas ele gostava. E odiava ao mesmo tempo, fazendo seu estômago se revirar de nervosismo.

— Agora, de verdade, como as coisas têm estado?

— Você sabe, sempre iguais. — Nico deu de ombros e fechou o armário, tirando os livros que usaria naquele dia, os guardando na bolsa. — Bianca veio comigo.

— Faculdade? — Percy perguntou. — E você?

Nico deu de ombros mais uma vez e se encostou ao lado de Percy, voltando a encará-lo de perto, o olhando sobre os cílios, tentando não demonstrar como realmente se sentia. Achava que nunca se conformaria com a beleza do amigo, agora duplicada conforme os traços suaves da adolescência davam lugar a músculos definidos e um rosto angular e forte, o sorriso de canto, o olhar intenso, a atitude confiante… e… bem, tudo isso e muito mais.

— O que tem isso?

— O que te traz de volta?

— Eu senti falta de casa. — Nico acenou para si mesmo. — Por um tempo pensei que fosse em Verona, mas… eu sempre ficava me perguntando o que estava acontecendo por aqui.

— Então, você decidiu voltar? Simples assim?

— Por que não? Eu vou fazer dezoito em alguns meses. Queria aproveitar esse último ano e rever o pessoal.

Bem… ele queria rever algumas poucas pessoas e uma delas estava bem em sua frente, olhando para ele como se quisesse… como se quiser ver o que tinha dentro de sua mente. E como costumava acontecer, ele foi o primeiro a perder nesse joguinho para ver quem desviava o olhar primeiro.

— Então… você sentiu saudade e veio para ficar ou… 

— Vim para ficar. Hades vai vir depois.

— Fico feliz. — Percy disse, ainda sorrindo, algo mais sincero e bonito, como se tivesse se cansado de flertar. — Quem sabe a gente pode se ver mais tarde. Comer alguma coisa?

— Mais tarde quando?

— Hoje. Depois da prática de basquete. Quer me ver jogar?

— Oh, não! Era isso o que eu temia! O clichê colegial! — Mas ele ria e Percy ria junto, o fazendo lembrar dos velhos tempos.

— Sabe, você não pode falar de mim. Você era todo bonitinho e tímido e voltou parecendo sair de um filme dos anos oitenta. Jaqueta de couro, calça rasgada e isso… é delineador? — Percy se aproximou mais uma vez dele e segurou suavemente em seu queixo, apenas mais uma desculpa para tocá-lo, disso Nico tinha certeza; não que estivesse reclamando. Percy podia fazer isso e muito mais. — Você é o perfeito garoto bonzinho que ficou rebelde.

— Eu ainda sou um bom garoto.

Isso fez Percy parar por um momento, ainda com as mãos sobre o rosto de Nico, e o encarar longamente apenas para um sorriso de canto aparecer junto a covinhas.

— É mesmo? O quanto você é um bom garoto?

— Acho que você nunca vai descobrir.

Mais um silêncio e mais um olhar que no passado o faria correr em busca de abrigo mais rápido que um foguete. Entretanto, esse Nico tinha ficado para trás junto com sua inocência.

— Hm. — Foi tudo o que Percy disse durante alguns momentos, e Nico jurava que ele estava se aproximando em direção a seu rosto quando o sinal tocou, os interrompendo.

— Certo. — Nico pigarreou, endireitando a coluna e olhando ao redor. — Acho que eu tenho que ir.

— Qual seu primeiro horário?

— Língua portuguesa. Preciso passar na secretaria primeiro.

— Eu vou com você.

Nico nem tentou negar, ele tinha sentido tanta falta de Percy que estender um pouco mais as coisas não faria mal. Ele se desencostou do armário e, de novo, aconteceu algo que ele não esperava. Percy pegou a mochila de seu ombro, a carregando para ele e com a outra mão, entrelaçou os dedos com os seus, o puxando suavemente pelo corredor quase vazio em direção à administração do colégio.

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Então, aceitável? Percebi que meus diálogos não são os melhores. Sua opinião ou feedback educado é sempre bem vindo^^

Obrigada por ler!

I received a comment saying that the function of that strap over Bucky's chest is to drag him over for a kiss, so yes.

To be a demigod napping in the sun with your bf🤲