Writing Characters With ADHD

Weird how the non canon ships in Rick Riordan's books tend to have a better and more interesting history together, better chemistry, healthier dynamics,and feel more natural than the canon couples; plus a lot of wasted potential. Examples are Reyna x Jason, Nico x Percy, Rachel x Percy, Leo x Piper, Jason x Nico or Jason x Leo.

It's like the more Rick wants you to ship something,the more it feels forced and has red flags that are kinda hard to ignore. The only exception being Hazel and Frank

nico: i just ended a four year relationship.

annabeth: im so sorry...

nico: it's okay, it wasn't my relationship.

WIPS in my notes app:

Do you want to know about my WIPS? You're talking to the right person! Because I hardly ever finish my stories (although I'm 10% short of finishing one). Now, I don't know about the titles being interesting. But here they are! (I'm die hard Percy/Nico writer)

Sitter's Love (A nanny that needs money for college, ends up falling in love with the dad of the kids)

There's Nothing Like home (A boy who retorns home, who is eternaly in love by his bestfried)

Secrets (A story in Portuguese about two boys who were raised in the same house as brothers, but who are definitely not)

Mandatory service (Story in Portuguese based on a world where everyone is either submissive or a dominant)

I could stay here forever, but I think it's just enough!🤣🤣🤣🤣

@perryjackpott @chubbybunny25 @lucemondlover

Help, I'm being bullied by the elderly--

tagged by @jellyfishjuliet

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips or close enough, idk, I'm not a cop

"Bury a Friend"

"A Light At The End"

"Prince of Witches"

"Checking In"

"Trinity: A Midsummer's Nightmare"

"No Return (Last Chapter Woo!)"

"Angel of Small Death" (Mature. I mean...cause yeah--)

i tag the following: @authenticaussie @shadowuserannie @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 @zorilleerrant Woe! violence upon ye as well!

Yet another AO3 bot situation - please spread the word!

Hi, it's me again, the person who wrote that viral post about fanfiction plagiarism! Today I'm here to warn you about abuse perpetrated by bots who have stolen AO3 usernames.

There's currently an epidemic of bots going around leaving (apparently random) horrible, hateful comments on people's fics. This isn't the first time bots have invaded AO3, but the big problem with this wave is that they're using real AO3 usernames to do it.

I learned about this when another writer contacted me after receiving the following comment on their story:

Now, while that is my username, I DEFINITELY did not leave this comment (and anyone who would leave something like that on a fic should be slapped! What an awful thing to post). This fic is in a completely unrelated fandom that I have never participated in, nor has that author participated in any of my fandoms, so the probability of it being some intentional fandom drama thing to make me look bad is also low.

The writer whose fic the comment was left on enlisted the aid of some friends and tracked down other guest comments with unrelated usernames attached, which is pretty strong evidence that they are being left by bots at random.

The TL;DR: If you receive a cruel comment from a (Guest) with an actual AO3 username attached, it's most likely from a bot. Please do not lash out at or dogpile the AO3 user who owns that name, and who in all likelihood has no idea that their name has been hijacked for evil.

If finding this kind of comment on a fic, even left by a bot, is likely to upset you, I would recommend changing your comment settings so that only users who are logged in can leave comments. To do this, edit your story settings, and under "Privacy," select the radio button that says "Only registered users can comment," as shown below.

Please spread the word to other AO3 users! And if you see mean guest comments on other fics, maybe let the author know that it's probably from a bot and not a real person who thinks their writing is bad.

I can name some good [Jake Gyllenhaal films]; Nightcrawler, Prisoners, Enemy, um…

Alright, I think I like tumblr now.

A pun post crossed my dash, and I reblogged it with an equally bad pun in return. A couple of my followers find it funny, it's a good day for everyone.

That was on July 7th.

Virality on Reddit was entirely algorithmic. You could garner a couple crossposts, but the success of a post was entirely dependent on whether or not it hit r/all--the main page of Reddit. If your post does that, it's immediately exposed to 10x the number of people and immediately gets upvoted.

On my pun post, I get a couple reblogs. And those reblogs get a couple reblogs--nobody really adds any content to the post, it just gets a couple reblogs here and there.

There's a specific chain of reblogs that I'd like to focus on. The most popular post on this chain has about 25 reblogs on it. Half the posts have three reblogs or fewer. Five posts in this chain have just one reblog total.

But the reblog chain keeps going. And going. It breaches containment many times over. And finally, after a chain THIRTY SIX posts long, at 9:30 AM, July 22nd this morning, it hits a popular account.

99% percent of the people who have seen the post--virtually unchanged from how it left my dash--have seen it because it was curated by 36 different people. That's insane to me.

None of those 36 people know that they're part of this chain. They saw a post, reblogged it, and moved on. If any one of these people had not reblogged, the post would have a fraction of the impact it has.

And yet, after two weeks, the post has effectively hit the main page of tumblr. It was picked up, only because people liked it enough to show it to their followers. There were no algorithms necessary.

You really, truly, cannot get this on any other website.

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

Oi, como vai! Enfim consegui escrever mais um pouco. Confesso que não ficou muito bom, mas eu tentei meu melhor. Sabe quando não sai como você quer não importa o quanto você tente? Pelo menos um pouco do plot avançou.

Espero que esteja aceitavel. Se não fosse por vocês confesso que já teria largado essa história, não porque eu não goste dela e sim porque depois de dois meses escrevendo algo a motivação vai embora. Tipo, eu tenho todo o plot e milhares de cenas, mas na hora de colocar na pagina fica chato porque eu já sei o que vai acontecer. Então, eu sou mais uma criadora/imaginadora do que uma escritora. Enfim, eu tento meu melhor e vou continuar tentando por vocês.

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III / CAPÍTULO IV / CAPÍTULO V / CAPÍTULO VI / CAPÍTULO VII / CAPÍTULO VIII / CAPÍTULO IX / CAPÍTULO X

Boa leitura!

— Lindo. 

Nico ignorou Percy que estava deitado na cama e terminou de secar os cabelos com a toalha, os penteando para trás. Colocou a camiseta, a puxou para baixo e abotoou suas calças, puxou o zíper para cima e se olhou em frente ao espelho. 

Se fosse por ele teria ficado na cozinha, onde pertencia, e teria terminado de ajudar com os preparativos para a festa mais tarde. Infelizmente, logo depois do pedido de casamento, Sally havia o expulsado da cozinha, o empurrando para longe do fogão enquanto Percy tinha lhe pegado no colo e o carregado pelas escadas até que chegaram ao quarto de Percy. E sem escolha, ainda cheio de farinha pelas roupas, entrou no banheiro sem reclamar, tomando um longo banho na banheira para logo depois procurar por roupas que ainda o servisse. Aparentemente, Percy não tinha jogado fora as coisas que ele havia deixado para trás, como sua calça jeans preta favorita ou suas camisetas cheias de piadas e de super-heróis estampadas nelas, ou mesmo sua jaqueta de couro, roupa que sua mãe costumava usar antes do câncer a impedir de levantar da cama. 

Ele admitia que as camisetas que antes eram largas e chegavam a suas coxas, agora serviam perfeitamente bem, embora um pouco mais justas do que ele gostaria, contornando suas curvas não tão masculinas; tirando seus ombros largos e altura, o resto era bem… bem magro em algumas partes e delgadas em outras, impossível de não reparar naquelas roupas justas. Ele nem gostava de pensar sobre isso. Talvez fosse por isso que Percy adorava segurar em sua cintura.

— Desde quando você tem esses músculos, hm? — Percy voltou a perguntar com bom-humor.

Músculos? Ele não via muitos. E claro, Percy até poderia enganá-lo se fosse alguns anos atrás. Agora? Ele conseguia ouvir o puro ciúme por trás do riso.

— Eu não sei. Tive tempo livre na Itália.

De fato, a vida em Verona era bem mais fácil e descomplicada do que essa primeira semana de volta estava sendo. Quer dizer, quando Percy estava envolvido, problemas e emoções fortes eram garantidos. Ele nem sabia porque ainda se lamentava, as coisas sempre tinham sido assim.

— Não faça essa cara. Hoje é dia de comemorar. Ou pelo menos é de acordo com Sally.

— Claro. — Nico revirou os olhos e enfim colocou sua jaqueta, enfiando os pés dentro de seus tênis de cano alto que também tinha ficado dentro do guarda-roupa de Percy. Agora sim, Nico estava de volta no passado e com o look completo. Ele quase se sentia nostálgico; se não fosse a ansiedade e a auto dúvida constante, sentiria saudade daquela época. — Vamos.

— Espera. Comprei uma coisa pra você.

— Mais um presente? O que vai ser agora? Um carro?

— Você precisa de outro? — Mas Percy estava sorrindo. Nico observou ele se levantar e dar a volta na cama, abrindo a gaveta da cômoda ao lado da cama. — Não é nada muito caro.

— O que é isso? — Dessa vez, o objeto nas mãos de Percy despertou sua curiosidade. Ele conseguia ver o que era, a questão era que Percy nunca tinha lhe dado nada desse tipo, foi o que o fez se aproximar mais e pegar o diário das mãos de Percy, abrindo a capa rígida e negra de couro, encontrando páginas simples e pautadas, notando uma dedicatória no lado de dentro da capa: “Para que seus pensamentos e ideias nunca se percam”. — Per?

— Eu pensei sobre o que você disse… sobre não conseguir se expressar.

— Me expressar?

— Na cama. — Percy disse e então segurou em suas mãos sobre o diário, o fazendo encará-lo. — Sei como as coisas podem ser… assustadoras de vez em quando. Quero que esse diário seja uma forma da gente conversar sem precisar de todo aquele… drama.

Percy usou a palavra “drama”, mas para Nico era mais… “humilhação”.

— Você vai escrever também?

— É claro.

— E você vai… vai ler tudo? Tudo o que eu escrever?

— Se você quiser.

Nico parou por um momento e encarou Percy, seu noivo, o amor de sua vida, a pessoa que sempre o aceitou incondicionalmente. Percy parecia tão calmo e confiante, tão sincero… ninguém antes fez tanto esforço para tentar entendê-lo. 

— Não precisa ser sobre isso. — Percy voltou a dizer. — Você pode escrever sobre qualquer coisa. Ou algo que você queira que eu saiba.

— Qualquer coisa? De verdade?

— O que foi? — Então, Percy voltou a sorrir, despreocupado. — O que você ainda tem para esconder de mim?

Esse foi o momento que a mortificação o tomou. Nico desviou o olhar e encarou o diário que ambos ainda seguravam, as alianças brilhando em seus dedos. Se somente Percy soubesse… ele não sabia se era a melhor ou a pior das ideias que Percy já tinha sugerido.

— Olha, você não precisa se forçar. Vamos deixar o diário do lado da cama e se você sentir vontade, ele vai estar aqui. Tudo bem?

Percy sorriu mais uma vez para ele, pegou o diário de suas mãos e o colocou em cima da cômoda, há menos de um metro de distância deles. Mas esse era o problema, Nico já sentia vontade de folhear aquele caderno e escrever o que viesse à mente, como num exercício de escrita livre, só que mais estranho e constrangedor. Sentia vontade de escrever e deixar tudo sair como há anos não fazia.

— Não, eu quero! Me dá. — E feito uma criancinha, Nico esticou a mão e pegou o diário, o abraçando contra o peito, se sentindo satisfeito ao segurar mais uma vez naquele caderno de couro negro.

— Fico feliz de saber que você gostou. — E agindo feito o papai que ambos se negavam a admitir, mesmo que ambos tivessem a mesma idade, Percy o abraçou forte e beijou seus cabelos, dizendo: — Bom garoto.

É claro que isso teve o efeito esperado. Nico escondeu o rosto no ombro de Percy e gemeu mais uma vez, mortificado, se recriminando por se sentir tão bem e contente com aquelas palavras. Ou com o cuidado que Percy continuava demonstrando dia após dia.

***

Antes de irem para a festa, Nico guardou o diário junto com a caixinha das alianças agora vazia dentro da mochila e segurou na mão Percy, fazendo o peito de Percy se aquecer com o gesto distraído de Nico. Não era o gesto mais romântico ou afetivo que ele já tinha visto, mas Nico fazia tudo com tanto cuidado que ele tinha certeza de ter feito a escolha certa ao esperar até aquele momento. Sabia que essas atitudes, tanto quanto as dele ou de Nico, vinha de um lugar doloroso; da perda e do abandono, coisas que ambos sentiram na pele e que queriam evitar a todo custo. Por isso, cada momento que servisse para a próxima-los seria motivo para comemorar. Ainda não acreditava que finalmente tinha proposto para Nico. Eles iriam se casar! Houve uma época em que Percy pensou que nunca mais veria Nico, e quem dera que estariam tão contentes e felizes, mesmo que o garotinho escondesse por detrás de um biquinho zangado e o costumeiro mau-humor e insegurança. E quem era ele para julgar como outras pessoas se comportavam quando ele era o pior deles? Tudo o que Percy sabia é que tinha um plano e que faria tudo para executá-lo com maestria. Ele sorriu para Nico, segurou de volta na mão oferecida a ele e quando menos percebeu, um dos ajudantes de sua mãe o guiavam para a parte externa da casa onde mesas estavam dispostas no jardim e pessoas já andavam pela pista de dança improvisada ao lado de uma mesa de buffet divida em três fileiras organizadas por pratos doces, frios e quentes, e ali nem estava toda a comida que ele tinha visto na cozinha.

— Vocês exageraram dessa vez.

— Nada foi nada além do normal. — Nico deu de ombros.

— Claro. Eu queria--

— Nico! Finalmente consegui te encontrar!

Percy suspirou e se deu por vencido, agora que ele estavam no meio daquelas pessoas seria impossível ter a atenção de Nico só para ele. Como em câmera lenta, viu Clarisse se aproximar deles em passos apressados e pegar Nico em um abraço de urso, o puxando para longe dele.

— Até quando você ia me ignorar!

— Eu não estava te ignorando! — Nico gritou de volta, mas abraçou Clarisse tão forte como ela tinha feito, fechando os olhos com prazer.

— Por que você não me disse que tinha voltado? E quando isso aconteceu?

— Faz… cinco dias? Seis?

— Oposto que é culpa dele.

— Clar!

— Não venha com isso pra cima de mim. Eu quero saber tudo!

— Pra depois você contar para Annabeth? Não, muito obrigado.

— Isso é não verdade. Fiz isso uma vez e--

Parecia que não teria jeito. Percy deixou Nico com Clarisse, vendo as pessoas se aproximar do par barulhento e voltou para dentro da casa, encontrando sua mãe agora com um longo vestido preto e saltos altos, embora ela ainda andasse pela cozinha de um lado para o outro, dando ordens e verificando os fornos ainda em funcionamento.

— Mãe.

— Oh, Percy, querido. — Sua mãe veio em passos rápidos até ele e apertou suas bochechas, as beijando em seguida. — Você podia ter me contado antes. Não tive tempo de preparar nada.

— Também não tive tempo.

Esse foi o momento que Percy abraçou a mãe e se deixou relaxar.

— O que foi, querido?

— Acho que Nico não quer ficar comigo.

— Percy, isso não faz sentido. Por que você pensaria isso? — Então, sua mãe tocou em seu rosto novamente e encarou com afeto.

— Ele mudou. A gente parece brigar a cada passo do caminho, e agora ele tem tantos amigos e coisas para fazer…

— Percy. — Agora sua mãe parecia decepcionada. — Nós conversamos sobre isso. Você precisa de ajuda?

— Não. — Ele negou, se afastando. Não queria voltar para horas eternas no psiquiatra ou se entupir de remédios.

— Querido, Nico está crescendo e você devia também.

— Eu sei. É só que… ele está me dizendo tantas coisas… eu não sabia que ele se sentia assim.

— Isso é ótimo. Quer dizer que ele confia em você.

No fundo Percy sabia disso. Ele só queria que alguém lhe dissesse que tudo ficaria bem. Mas não era o que sua mãe estava fazendo, como sempre ela dizia o que ele precisava ouvir e não o que ele gostaria.

— O que eu devo fazer?

— Nada que você não queira.

— E se ele só se casar comigo por pressão?

— Percy! — Sally segurou em seus ombro e riu em sua cara. — Meu garotinho está crescendo tão rápido. Me lembro como você fugia de qualquer responsabilidade e agora aqui estamos nós, você se preocupando com o bem-estar de outra pessoa?

— Ma-nhe! Estou falando sério!

— Olha, pelo meu ponto de vista, nunca vi Nico tão feliz ou calmo. Ele não parece estar se forçando a nada.

— Ele disse que não queria namorar comigo e eu insisti! E se ele falou a verdade?

— Querido, nada disso é sua responsabilidade. Ele aceitou por vontade própria. Mesmo que você queira protegê-lo, é decisão de Nico. Ele aceitando ou não, ainda que no futuro ele decidir ir embora mais uma vez, não será sua culpa.

— Então, de quem é a culpa?

— Ninguém tem culpa. São coisas que acontecem e nós temos que aceitá-las. E sendo sincera? Já era tempo, não? Se você tivesse conversado com Nico, nada disso teria acontecido. 

— Você… você estragou a surpresa. Eu devia ter falado com ele sozinho.

— Exatamente, querido. Você não vê? Quanto menos você disser, mais Nico se afastará de você.

— Você acha mesmo?

— Acredite em mim. Sei tudo sobre relações fracassadas. Não crie distância entre vocês, sim?

— Eu nunca faria isso.

— Não? Se você não diz o que sente, Nico pode pensar que você não se importa. 

— Eu--

— Você conversou com ele nos últimos dias?

— Sim, mas--

— Como ele reagiu?

Percy queria revirar os olhos. Sua mãe estava certa, como sempre. Nico tinha sido sincero de volta. O pior era pensar que Nico tinha guardado tudo dentro do peito, pensando que Percy não iria aceitá-lo ou que Percy não se importava. Pelo menos o tempo perdido no psiquiatra tinha servido para algo.

— Você tem razão. — Percy admitiu, olhando ao redor para as pessoas que continuavam andando de um lado para outro. — Eu não queria admitir a derrota.

— Querido.

— Eu fiz Nico ir embora antes e não quero ser o culpado de novo. É tão ruim ter cuidado em não destruir as coisas de novo?

— É claro que não. Eu entendo.

— Entende mesmo? — Então, Percy voltou a encarar a mãe. — Se você entende, você pode ficar fora disso?

— Tudo bem, não vou me meter. Mas você devia prestar atenção quem são seus amigos.

— O que isso significa?

— Aquela sua amiga loira está na festa. Pensei que vocês não se falavam mais?

— Quem? Annabeth?

— Ela mesmo.

— Eu não convidei ela.

— Então, quem convidou? — Sally e Percy se encararam durante longos momentos não entendendo o que estava acontecendo até que Percy tem um estalo e dá as costas para a mãe, voltando para o lado de fora. No jardim, ele encontra uma cena que pensou que nunca fosse ver, Annabeth com seus longos cabelos prateados brilhando no sol parecendo furiosa e Nico, com as calça rasgadas e camiseta preta, a encarando como se ela fosse uma minhoca prestes a ser pisoteada.

***

— O que está acontecendo aqui?

Quando Percy menos viu estava parado no meio da multidão, vendo Annabeth e Nico se voltando para ele.

Como em um passe de mágica, o ambiente mudou. Nico veio para seu lado e se segurou em sua mão, abaixando a cabeça e a encostando em seu ombro como o garotinho mais obediente e comportado, enquanto que Annabeth ficou lá, de cabeça erguida, parecendo mais furiosa ainda com a demonstração de afeto.

— Não foi nada, Per. A gente estava conversando sobre os velhos tempos. Não é, Anne? — Nico sorriu, o abraçando pela cintura e de repente o silêncio se fez, até os garçons e ajudantes da cozinha ficando em silêncio.

— Você, por acaso, está bêbado?

— Eu? Nunca! — Ele olhou para Nico e Nico fez um biquinho fofo. — Eu nunca faria isso.

Para provar sua teoria, Percy se inclinou sobre Nico e o beijou ali mesmo. Dessa vez, Nico não pareceu nenhum pouco encabulado. O garotinho o agarrou forte pela nuca e se deixou ser beijado, abrindo a boca na demonstração mais sem vergonha de afeto.

— Meu bebê está com ciúmes, hm?

— Não sei do que você está falando. — Mas o rubor no rosto de Nico dizia o Percy precisava saber.

— Por que a gente não conversa num lugar mais calmo? — Mas antes de guiar Nico para longe da multidão, Percy se voltou para Annabeth: — Você não foi convidada. Vá embora.

— Mas, Percy! Você prometeu!

— Eu não prometi nada.

— Seu mentir--

— Não vou repetir. 

Com isso, ele pegou Nico pela mão e o guiou para dentro da casa, deixando para tras uma multidão curiosa e uma loira espumando de raiva.

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Obrigada por ler! Sua presença e comentario é sempre bem-vindo!^^

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XVIII and Chapter XIX

Hi, how are you? I'm still a bit sick, but nothing to stop me from bringing you new chapters. So they'll probably come out towards the middle and end of the week, but I promise I'll be around. I hope can you enjoy it! Any feedback is welcome, because I'm thinking of turning this story into an ebook. For example, a reader told me that Nico's age was confusing. And she was right! For those who have the same doubts, Nico and Percy are around 15 years apart. That's because this story was supposed to be just smutt, but then I decided to do something more serious. That's when I decided to raise Nico's age a little. So Nicois eighteen and Percy is in his early forties.

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

"See? It wasn't that hard." That's what Annabeth told him on Monday, the morning after the party. Fortunately, that nightmare was in the past and soon she would leave, sneaky and silent as always.

"You're absolutely right, it was so much fun. In less than two hours the kids were already tired and I had to greet twenty different people who treated me like I was a childhood friend. It was really fun.”

"Don't be dramatic. They know you, you just don't remember them.”

It's true. Percy never had patience for self-interested people with superiority complexes. He had enough of that himself.

"Daddy, can we change clothes? Nico should be here soon." Alice said, her face expressionless and her eyes drooping, dark circles surrounding them in a soft pink tone. Her dark brown hair further highlighting her paleness.

"Of course, dear. Do you have money for lunch?”

She just waved and held out her hand to Logan who slowly stood up and walked over to his sister.

Logan wasn't doing any better either, it seemed like all his joy and will to live had been taken from him, his green eyes were puffy and his back was hunched over. The saddest sight he ever saw. Annabeth had promised them a family night and what they had gotten was a lonely dinner, secluded at a table while their mother paraded Percy around the room, as to demonstrate how her trophy shone brighter and brighter than anyone else's.

In that moment, Annabeth chose to stand up as well, acting like the children and the heavy air didn't exist. She stroked Alice and Logan's hair and walked up the stairs, strutting down a runway that only she could see, never looking back.

"I'm sorry, kids. This will be over soon.”

"She… she doesn't even…!" Logan sobbed and Alice hugged him tightly. "Why doesn't she love me?”

"Don't be like that." It was Percy's turn to stand up and join them, completing the hug. "Of course she loves you, she's your mother. She loves you in her own way.”

"I wish! I wish she wasn't my mother! Anyone is better than her!" Logan shouted with all the strength he had and ran up the stairs.

"It's okay, Dad. I'll take care of it." Alice tried to smile and hugged him as tightly as she had hugged Logan. 

She pulled away and followed her brother, straightening her spine and walking up the stairs, doing her best to show that everything was okay. But it wasn't, they had known for a long time that it never would be. The children were growing up and finally understanding what was happening, what had always happened. The truth was that Annabeth wanted more than to stay home and take care of children, no matter who she left behind or hurt in the process.

After that, Percy didn't even have time to finish his black coffee, the doorbell rang and he had to answer it, knowing full well who it was. He opened the door, coming face to face with Nico's dark and slightly rounded face, his black eyes as puffy as Logan's, looking down, huddled against himself at the foot of the door.

"Nico, you don't need to ring the bell, I gave you the key for a reason." Percy tried to break the bad mood.

"I wasn't sure if I should." Nico looked at him hesitantly, and remained rooted to the spot, looking like he was going to burst into tears right there.

"Nico, what happened?”

"Nothing. Nothing happened.”

"Did you get my message?”

He nodded and wiped his face.

"I wish you hadn't sent it." He then looked at him and practically begged. "You make things even more complicated.”

"More complicated, how?”

"I thought… I thought I could handle it. What should I do? Never talk to them again? Pretend it never happened? What should I do?”

"Nico, dear. It's okay.”

"Nothing is okay. Nothing will ever be! I wish I had never met you, never met Diego and still been in Italy! None of this would have happened and I would never have known--”

"Never know what?" Percy had to ask.

Nico looked at him, fidgeting in place, his lips trembling.

"I would never know what it's like to be treated well. Like I mattered. Like I was worth the effort.”

Percy waited a moment and continued to look at Nico, this boy couldn't be real. His sincerity, his affection. Percy could kiss him right there, right now. He could hold him in his arms and give him all the attention Nico could possibly want, but it wasn't right, it wasn't what Nico needed; this was just a vulnerable moment. The strange thing was that Percy didn't understand why he cared so much, even though he knew it was enough to try to help Nico. What Nico needed right now was a friend and not what Percy really wanted to give.

"Okay." He murmured back, trying to stay on the right path. In the end, he couldn’t resist. Percy touched Nico’s shoulder and slid his hand down the curve of his neck, watching Nico gasp and move closer to him, their heads a hand’s breadth apart. "Do you need help? Medical help? Money?”

"I don't want to take advantage of you." It was Nico's turn to murmur back, looking less fragile, as thought the danger had lessened.

"Our family has a partnership with an NGO. It's great for taxes. I could arrange something for you.”

"I can't." Nico shook his head, moving just a little closer.

"Please? I would feel more at ease. It’s a community-based program. You can continue to receive help even after you stop working here. It’s at the college, downtown. It’s safe, I promise.”

"I don't know, Per.”

"Or you can stay with me for a while. I have other houses.”

Nico grimaced and shook his head.

"Come on, everyone needs help.”

"Are you sure? Is it really communal?”

"I wouldn't lie to you.”

"I… thank you.”

Nico jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly around the neck, and whispered:

"No one has done anything like this for me before. I will never forget it. Never.”

Nico then kissed him on the cheek, a soft, fleeting touch, and pulled away, his face reddening more by the second.

"Uh… the pleasure is mine." Percy said. He tried hard not to step forward and end this torture. But there was no way, playing the good guy was too exhausting.

Percy sighed deeply, waved and turned his back to Nico, being greeted by an audience, because there in the entrance chamber he found the children smiling, all happy with Annabeth who was watching them like she had swallowed a whole lemon. The worst part was seeing her anger displayed for anyone to see when Annabeth had done much more than a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Well, two kisses on the cheek. Who knows, maybe the next one would be in the right place.

But no, that wasn't all. Annabeth uncrossed her arms, pushed herself off the wall and came towards him, strutting and tossing her golden hair back.

"So, you are the famous Nico.”

"Am I?" Nico asked, confused.

"Annabeth Chase, wife of the man you were hugging so tightly.”

"Hmmm… it’s a pleasure to meet you? I can finally… put a face to the name.”

"Did they talk about me? I expect only good things.”

“Of course, ma’am.” Nico looked at Percy uncertainly, and Percy nodded at Nico, patting Nico’s shoulder once more. “Kids? We’re already late.”

This is the moment when Logan and Alice ran to Nico, each of them hugging him tightly only to run out of the house, leaving Percy to grab the keys to the car that had just arrived and hand them to Nico.

"Those keys, they're not--”

"Today you will use another car. It is next to the Jeep.”

Nico shrugs and picks up the children's backpacks, going after them and leaving only the silence and Annabeth's malicious judgment on his back.

Chapter XIX

"You finally showed who you really are.”

Nico and the kids had barely left when Annabeth started. She followed him through the house to the living room and stopped in front of him, refusing to be ignored. Percy felt like rolling his eyes, but he was resigned; nothing he could say would convince her otherwise. So, Percy gave in and just sat on the couch, opening the newspaper to the business section.

"Really? Who am I?”

"A child groomer. You always preferred the younger ones. They’re more innocent, aren’t they? Easier to manipulate? You can tell me.”

He looked at Annabeth, at her bright blue-gray eyes that conveyed compassion and understanding. She had always been a good actress. But, did everyone think the same? Did he enjoy dominating the weak? Was that the impression he gave to others?

"Annabeth, how many times I will need--”

"You're cheating on me. You'll never admit it, but I know it. Is it revenge for what I did?”

"Annabeth." Percy sighed, already tired of this. "If I wanted revenge, I would have done it four years ago.”

“Four years?” She gasped and took a step back. This time, it didn’t seem like an act. “You knew all this time and never said anything?”

"I wasn't sure. Until you brought your lover home, things were great. I saw you two together and it was so obvious. I couldn't keep pretending.”

"Percy, I never meant to hurt you.”

"I know, it would happen sooner or later, right? And all because of our families?”

"Percy, please. Don't complicate things.”

"No, Annabeth. I'm tired of this. Remember your part of the deal. This is my last warning.”

"Percy! Don't you realize what you're doing?" Annabeth approached him and held his hands like she hadn't done in a long time. "Don't you know what people will say?”

"He's just a kid who needs help.”

"No." She refused to accept it, holding him in place with the strength of her intense eyes. "You say that now, but what about later? When you no longer feel guilty? I know what will happen. What will they say about me when you abandon me because of a little boy?”

"You were the one who abandoned me first!”

"Yes! For an adult and independent person. Someone mature and with a career. What do you think will happen? Will you play with him for a while and then dump him?”

"Oh, I hope not. I'll play with him, dress him, feed him, and give him everything he needs." Percy said with a smile wider than the world, catching himself and Annabeth off guard. "Then I'll love him and marry him.”

"You… are you serious? You would throw away our partnership over some random child?”

"This has nothing to do with Nico. That was our agreement, you would visit the children a few days per year until the divorce was official. All that’s left is for you to sign the papers.”

"Percy! Why can't you accept this? I'll even let you play with him. Equal rights, right?" She said hopefully.

"No, thank you very much. You should have thought about that before making your decision.”

"Percy!”

He had lost interest in what Annabeth had to say. Percy sat back down on the couch and opened the newspaper once more, watching from the corner of his eye as Annabeth paced the room, her dress billowing around her as she came up with a thousand reasons to convince him why a divorce after so long would be detrimental to both of them.

The truth was, he didn't care, and he didn't care what might happen to him. Would Percy lose some money? Yes. Would his parents be furious in that passive-aggressive way that said they were going to take away any support or power he had over the family business? Absolutely. As long as Nico and the kids weren't affected, everything else could fall apart and he wouldn't lift a finger to stop it.

"Okay! But don't say I didn't warn you!" Annabeth threw her hands in the air and marched upstairs. Which seemed perfect to him, the less he had to deal with Annabeth, the less problems he would have in the future.

***

“Thank you, Jenny,” Percy said, picking up the cutlery on the table and deciding what he would eat first.

That was a pleasant early afternoon, the sun was shining brightly into the room and the food was being served on the table while Jenny, the new maid/housekeeper , arranged the dishes on the table. And Percy had to admit, he had never eaten so well before, even at his parents' house when the custom was to have a party or charity event every two weeks. It seemed that Nico was excellent at everything he did and even at finding exemplary and efficient service providers.

“Of course, Mr. Jackson. Mrs. Chase.” Jenny nodded at him and Annabeth, and walked away. She was out of the dining room and back to the kitchen faster than a rocket. Had Annabeth managed to scare away more of the staff yet?

“So…” Annabeth began. She uncovered one of the dishes and made a face. “You know I don’t eat pasta.”

"Nico eats. The children too.”

"It's your favorite dish. And I know you, everything has to be about you.”

"No, you're mistaken, I think we're talking about someone else.”

It was Percy's turn to make faces. When he was with Annabeth, he couldn't help but sink to her level. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long, as he soon heard the front door slam and hurried footsteps coming towards him. Small arms grabbed him by the neck and childish giggles followed. Percy smiled at them and kissed their happy faces, Alice and Logan, the only positive thing that would come out of this marriage. Of course, Nico came right after, out of breath, running after the children, probably worried that they might have gotten hurt.

"Oh." Nico mumbled, looking embarrassed for some reason. " I'm sorry.”

Nico took a step back and was already turning around when Percy said:

"Nico, join us.”

"I don't want to bother you.”

"I insist.”

"Yes, Nico. We insist.”

Nico turned and faced him, hesitating, and then disappeared once more with the children's backpacks down the hallway and up the stairs. When he returned, Nico simply extended his hands toward the children and they came to him, each holding one in his arms. They went up the stairs and with that, the silence that was so common when he and Annabeth were together was once again present, louder than if a lion were roaring in the dining room and right in their faces.

"Hm." Annabeth said after a while.

Yeah… maybe he had looked up at the cream-colored ceiling and then at the dishes that, even though covered, were releasing steam from the cooked food. When he looked back at her, Annabeth had her arms crossed and was leaning against the back of the chair, observing him as if she were analyzing an experiment that had an obvious conclusion.

"You are thoughtful.”

"…”

"You are… happy.”

Percy made a point of not answering her again. He wouldn't smile or make any faces. But still, Annabeth said he was happy.

"You've made up your mind.”

"I already told you--”

"Yes. But this time is serious.”

It was better for things to stay that way. He allowed himself to look at the ceiling once more and let his thoughts go wherever they wanted. He allowed himself to think about Nico's dark eyes, his easily embarrassed face, and his shy but sweet gestures. And in the end, Annabeth was right, he was just biding his time, waiting long enough for Nico to reach twenty-one so he would feel less guilty about what he was about to do.

***

Percy heard the footsteps before he saw them. Nico reappeared with the children, already changed, and guided them by the hands, helping Logan to sit in the chair while Alice sat down alone, sitting next to her brother. Silently, Logan and Alice waited for Nico who started by taking the children's plates. First Logan's, filling his plate with vegetables and a small portion of pasta. Nico did the same with Alice and even though they made faces, they both took the first bite, swallowing the vegetables practically without chewing. At least it was a start, he had never managed that feat.

"So, Nico. You're a student, right?" Annabeth said, barely letting Nico sit down.

Nico went around the table and did the same with Percy, filling his plate with vegetables, but with a much larger portion of pasta, doing the same with his own plate.

Nico nodded, sat down next to Percy, and lowered his head, shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth.

"What are you studying again?”

When Nico continued chewing, showing no signs of responding, Percy spoke for him:

"He's going to be a--”

"I'm not talking to you." Annabeth said and turned to Nico, and asked again: "What do you study, boy?”

He watched things happen in slow motion. Nico wiped his mouth delicately, put his cutlery on the plate, and then stared at Annabeth, his brow furrowed. He placed his hands on his lap, somehow looking shy and yet not at all intimidated.

“You don’t scare me,” Nico said, straightening his back. “You’re not the first to think that just because I’m quiet I’d be afraid of this emotional manipulation. I’m sorry if I’m interrupting your dinner. I can leave.”

A slow smile formed on Percy's face and not even his attempt to hide it with his hands could disguise his amusement. It was funny to see the way Nico acted, the boy didn't even make an effort to move and just continued to stare at Annabeth, calm and composed, as if this was a normal occurrence. The children didn't have the same composure, laughing softly as they tried not to choke on their food, all while Annabeth seemed to take Nico's answer as a challenge.

"Ah, but it seems like you learned a lot from daddy, right? After all, he's old enough to be your father. Maybe an uncle, hmm?”

It was Percy's turn to swallow something sour.

"My father?" Nico shook his head and gave a dry chuckle. "My father would never teach me these things. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

"You don't have to?”

"No." This time Nico looked Annabeth straight in the eye, completely serious. "You are not part of our lives. How long will it be before you disappear again? If you don’t care about this marriage, you should care about what happens to your children.”

Only silence remained. Annabeth paled and inside, where no one could see, Percy felt vindicated, so fulfilled that he could get down on one knee and ask Nico to marry him right then and there.

"I’m sorry." Nico said once more, softening his voice. "I don’t mean to intrude. But all this has a negative effect on the children. They spent the night crying. It’s not healthy. And no, everything I said here, they’re not my words, they’re theirs. Can you hear that?”

"I…" Annabeth murmured, looking at her own plate.

"Can we start over?" Nico then smiled and stood up. "Nico Di Ângelo, nice to meet you. I'm the kids' new nanny. I've been here for less than a month and I'm studying law at the community college, next semester I'll transfer to the federal college. I'm working to pay for my studies.”

Nico offered Annabeth his hand and the most incredible thing happened: Annabeth stood up and accepted the greeting, shaking Nico's hand. The children sighed in relief and Percy felt disappointed. Nico could have chased Annabeth away, right? But nothing was that simple. Annabeth and Nico sat down at the table, the plates were emptied, dessert arrived and so the children, Annabeth and Nico began to talk, telling her what had happened since Nico had arrived there. Unfortunately, Annabeth was cordial, Nico was sincere and the rest of the day passed peacefully with Annabeth and Nico putting the children to bed and wishing them a good night.

The good news is that when Nico came down the stairs to leave, he was alone. Backpack on his back and a calm expression on his face. That is, until he finished going down them and found Percy waiting for him at the bottom.

"Sorry about today. I didn't expect her to do that.”

“It’s okay.” Nico shrugged, stopping a meter away from him. “You two are alike, actually. I just needed to shock her and show her that I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

"Still, you didn't have to deal with her.”

"Percy--”

"I have something for you." Percy took a card out of his pocket and offered it to Nico. "The clinic I told you about.”

"You said it was an NGO." Nico looked at him suspiciously, but accepted the card.

"It’s a clinic that partners with an NGO. It’s the same thing.”

"No, it's not.”

Nico read the address on the card and frowned.

"Isn’t it that tall building in the city center…?”

"Well… you discovered my evil plan.”

With that, Nico looked away from the card and crossed his arms, staring at him with that grumpy little face, making a cute little grimace.”

"I said my family had a partnership with an NGO, didn't I?”

"I didn't expect it to be in that building. I mean…”

"Yes, we are those Jackson.”

"You mean, I gave a moral lesson to one of the most… famous socialites in the city?" Nico said, looking like he was going to faint, his voice slowly fading away.

"Yes, and that was the best moment of my life! Thank you very much!”

"Percy!" Nico whimpered and came at him, slamming both his fists against Percy's still aching chest. " Couldn't you have warned me?”

"No, I couldn’t." He murmured, satisfied, holding the middle of Nico’s back. He loved it when Nico approached him of his own free will. "Did I mention you were amazing? Fantastic. Magnificent. Perfect.”

"Stop it! And don't try to distract me. I can't accept it." But Nico didn't pull away as he feared, Nico hugged him by the neck and held on tightly.

“None of this.” Percy murmured against Nico’s ear. “A promise is a promise.”

"I didn't promise anything.”

"Come on, it will be good for you. And if you need to--”

"No." Nico denied, letting his arms fall away from Percy’s neck, and took a step back, looking anywhere but at him. "I can’t accept more than this.”

"I know. I understand. But I want you to know, if you ever need me, no matter what it is. I'm here.”

"I know." Nico murmured back. "And that’s the problem.”

Thanks for being here. Comments are always welcome.

UPDATE! Retrospectiva e planos futuros

Oii, como vai? Faz tempo que a gente não conversa, não?

Bem, eu estive adiando esse momento por alguns meses. Esse ano foi um período bem difícil para mim, praticamente fiquei doente o ano todo com uma infecção no fígado e o diabetes que rouba toda a minha energia. Por isso, acabei não escrevendo tanto e deixando de lado alguns projetos. Então, esse post vai servir para informar o que vai acontecer a partir de janeiro, e se eu tiver energia, talvez eu já comece em agora em dezembro.

Não sei se vocês sabem, eu mantive um blog de dicas de escrita durante mais de cinco anos, com quase dois mil seguidores, ele se chamava @escritoremaprendizado e @desafiodeescritadiario, com mais de quinhentos posts (em português, já que já muito desses blogs em inglês). Sei que não é muito, mas ele me ajudou muito na pandemia, só que depois de um tempo ele acabou virando um trabalho não remunerado, o que acabou perdendo o sentido inicial. Então, como estou com saudade de fazer isso, vou retomar esses posts por aqui. E claro, vamos continuar com os meus amados Percy/Nico, vou trazer outras história para cá, em inglês e português. Espero que vocês possam me acompanhar nesse próximo.

Eu só queria agradecer mais um ano juntos. Sei que as vezes eu passo uma vibe antissocial, mas esse nunca é meu objetivo. A verdade é que eu tenho muita dificuldade em socializar na internet, as vezes eu fico muito ansiosa e até deprimida por motivos que não tem nada a ver com vocês, mesmo que eu quisesse receber mais comentários e engajamento, ai eu acabo me distanciando da internet por motivos de sanidade. Então, se você se sentir a vontade, pode me mandar asks, seja sobre minhas histórias ou se você precisar de ajuda na escrita. Tipo, sei que raramente termino minhas histórias, mas tenho duas ou três terminada que ainda não trouxe para cá.

Enfim, nesse ano vou tentar ficar mais próxima do fandom, embora não seja uma promessa.

Sobre a retrospectiva...? Bemmmm, eu só escrevi um pouquinho e anunciei a "Amor de babá", (o que pretendo postar ainda essa semana). Vamos tentar recuperar o tempo perdido. Me desejem sorte.

Ah, então. Acho que não comento muito essas coisas por aqui, mas estou tentando ganhar dinheiro com a minha escrita, ainda que esteja sendo um processo lento.

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