So I Have Read Several People Complaining That They Can't Be Expected To Know The "unwritten Rules" Of

why you should reblog and support content creators

i’ve been on tumblr since 2012 and became a content creator in 2014/5, so i’ve been here for years and I can confirm that: people barely reblog posts now and it’s becoming an issue. yes content creators make stuff mostly for them, but if we post them it’s so people can see and enjoy it. and this happens when you hit “reblog”

the likes/reblogs ratios is a big disaster. when I first started, the reblogs were like 70% of a post with 30% of likes. now it’s 10% reblogs and 90% likes. likes are good, don’t get me wrong, but they don’t give us visibility.

reblogging = sharing posts to your followers. it’s easy and quick

WHY YOU SHOULD REBLOG

reblogs are important because it motivates people to create stuff and create more

it’s a great way to introduce your followers to a show/an artist/sports. i don’t wanna throw myself flowers but a few of my followers got into motorsport because I was reblogging posts about it (and also creating gifs and edits)

reblogs are a great way to make new friends because your followers/mutuals will see you have stuff in common and it will help to engage a conversation and start a friendship.

content creators spend a lot of time editing and a reblog shows that these hours weren’t lost 

reblogging helps us making our work be seen as tumblr’s tags are sometimes broken and they don’t appear in tags

it encourages people to create more and. i’m posting graphics and reblogs are encouraging me to keep posting them and creating more

top bonus is when you leave nice stuff in the tags. we see them and we love it and we love you

reblog because it’s free and the button exists for a reason

there is many more reasons but i won’t spam you

WHY YOU SHOULD SUPPORT CONTENT CREATORS

we are nice

we provide stuff for free

we take requests and make stuff you ask for

we share our resources: colorings, writing tips, where to get pictures, where to get fonts, tutorials, links for softwares

because we struggle a lot with tumblr’s tags

because people are sometimes rude to us and send rude asks (ex: writers - to publish their writings sooner)

because our work is being stolen by people claiming it’s theirs

because our work is being reposted on other social medias without asking us and crediting

i’m not pointing a gun to your face screaming “REBLOG”, i’m just telling you that if you like a post, you should think about reblogging it so your followers can see it and you’ll make one person happy <3

I reallyyyy liked this, and I can see a happy ending.

You know what would be even more fun then Nico telling Percy they were together? Nico telling Percy they’re exes. Nico knowing that he can’t say shit to Percy but also knowing that he’d never be able to convince him that they were nothing so he says that they used to date and it ended badly. Now Percy obviously can’t pressure him to tell him more about himself, Nico looks devastated every time they talk, he’d be an asshole if he kept pushing. But he’s watching, trying to figure Nico out, trying to figure them out, how they worked, how they didn’t.

He sees how gentle Nico is with Hazel, despite how powerful he is, watches the lines of his throat as he laughs and he gets it, gets how he could fall in love with Nico. What he doesn’t get is how he could ever break his heart like he so clearly did. He hates the other version of himself for whatever he’s done to Nico, part of him never wants to get his memories back, can’t fathom how he could hurt Nico so badly. The other parts of him need to get his memories back because that’s all he’ll ever have of Nico, of their time together. He needs those memories like he needs to breathe. Pictures Nico, with bruised lips, imagines the feeling of holding his hand, slender fingers slotting between Percy’s like they were made for one another, pictures the thought of light touches and the sound of Percy’s name coming from Nico sounding anything other than hurt.

Then Percy gets his memories back but what he never gets is why they wouldn’t work.

Even knowing they were never together, knowing that for all intents and purposes they were hardly friends it’s impossible to stop thinking about what they could be. And now after spending who knows how long obsessing over Nico he gets him, understands the tension in his shoulders and the furrow in his brows. Gets that they were never together but Nico’s always wanted them to be. And now he’s reminiscing on his relationship with Annabeth and he hates himself for it but all he can feel is a disappointment that he doesn’t even get to have Nico in his memories.

If I’m feeling particularly angsty I would end it there maybe even emphasize that this wasn’t Nico’s goal, that Nico didn’t have some master plan beyond getting Percy to leave him alone make Percy wonder if maybe he would have preferred it if Nico had just said they were together. But who knows 🤷‍♀️ mostly this was me thinking about the fact that a big part of the problem between Percy and Nico is that Percy doesn’t understand Nico, and I can never really think of a way to make him and neither can Nico and I saw yone talking about percico son of Neptune fics and had this fun thought.

Any how every time I go through @yonemurishiroku page i ask myself what bit of pain I can spread today so here’s this little dose of misery inspired my most recent scroll.

nobody warns you that writing makes you obsessed with hands. what are they doing? are they trembling? are they clenched? are they—

Writer’s Guide to Unreliable Narrators

Unreliable narrators are narrators who intentionally or subconsciously mislead the reader with their own bias and lies. I love nothing more than a narrator who deceives me. There is something incredibly charged about not being able to rely on your guide through a story. So how can we write them?

Determine What Kind of Unreliable Narrator your Narrator is.

There are five kinds of unreliable narrator we see in fiction, each with their own way of leading the audience astray.

The Unstable: This narrator is usually an unstable character with problems with grasping reality or having trouble accepting it so they bend it to their own tastes. Example: Arthur Fleck in Joker & Amy Elliot Dunne in Gone Girl

The Exaggerator: the one who spins fanciful lies to embellish the facts of the story around them. Usually they embellish it in such a way to make themselves look good.

The Child: Though children can be a font of truth, they often have a way of muddling facts and being confused by certain aspects of the story they are not versed in. Example. Bran in A Song of Ice and Fire & Scout Finch in To Kill A Mockingbird

The Biased: The biased Narrator is usually an outsider. They enter the world with preconceptions of the world and/or characters around them. Usually they get disabused of their biases by story’s end but not always. Example Damen/Damianos of Akielos in The Captive Prince Trilogy

The Liar: The Liar is simply just a liar liar pants on fire. They twist the narrative and outwardly lie about their actions and the reactions of others. The liar is self-serving, usually narcissistic. Example Cersei Lannister from A Song of Ice and Fire.

How to Write Your Unreliable Narrator

The thing you must remember is that your audience immediately trusts your narrator, they have no other choice. It is a given. However, it is your job to break that trust.

Allow the narrator to outwardly lie. Let them spout half truths or full out lies in the narrative. The audience will take what your character says as the gosphel until slapped with a conflicting account or detail. It provides a wham to the story that becomes a turning point. Perhaps the best example of this is Amy Elliott Dunne in Gone Girl (I recommend). She introduces herself as a sweet housewife who loves her husband despite her fears over his temper. However, in the section of the book she narrates she quickly flips Nick’s account of the events leading up to her disappearance, turning the audience on their head so fast none of us have a chance.

Allow the character to mislead your audience with the absence of details. Your story is one big chain, omit a link and the thing is useless & subject to the questioning you want to draw out of the audience. For example, Daenerys Targaryen believes wholeheartedly that the house with the red door is in Braavos. However, she vividly remembers a lemon tree outside her window and sunsine. But lemon trees cannot grow Braavos and it is notoriously damp and cold. #lemongate

Speak to your audience through the events of the story, bypassing the narrator to get through to the audience. Sometimes the best reveal that the narrator cannot be trusted is showing the audience evidence that they are either not seeing what’s happening or they are ignoring it. For example in Captive Prince, it is almost explicitly suggested that the Regent molested his nephew Laurent as a child. If one ignores Damen’s narration, the signs are there to see from Laurent’s reaction to his Uncle’s presence and in some of Laurent’s words. Damen chalks this down to Laurent being a brat and the Regent just being a villain. He has to be told despite the audience realising or at least suspecting it from the second book onward.

Play off your secondary characters. Use the characters around your narrator to disprove their account if the story and completely flip the story on its head. Usually, I trust the secondary characters when it comes to Unreliable Narrators. For example, Cersei Lannister gets her own POV in a Feast of Crows. Up until this point she has been very mercurial in her reactions in the first few books, to the point where other characters and the audience are confused about who the real Cersei is: the shrewd polictian or the wine mom with way too much faith in herself and her spawn. In truth, Cersei is incredibly paranoid about those around her and she thinks herself the cleverest player in the game. However, from others such as Tyrion, Tywin, Littlefinger and the members of the Small Council (who yes, all have a touch of misgyny to their criticisms of Cersei but really most of their points have a point since she is mad as a box of frogs) we see that Cersei tends to make enemies out of allies, assume the worst in others and make political choices to spite others or to put her faith in those who offer her little more than flattery.

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

O que é isso! Mais de um capítulo em uma semana? Sim! Talvez tenha mais um até o fim dela. Como eu disse, tenho que aproveitar enquanto o burnout me dá um tempo.

Capítulo sem revisão, quando eu tiver uma versão mais polida, aviso aqui.

Boa leitura!

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

— Por favor! — Nico gritou a plenos pulmões. Sua sorte era que o resto da família estava ajudando no restaurante, então, não tinha ninguém para presenciar essa cena.

— Eu não sei. Será que você aprendeu sua lição?

Nico choramingou mais uma vez e se remexeu em seu colo.

Sabe, ele era muito paciente, quase um santo de tão caridoso e bondoso. E sabe porque? Percy tinha levado Nico até o carro, colocado suas coisas no banco de tras e dirigido tranquilamente pelos próximo quinze minutos até a casa da mãe. Tinha guardado suas bolsas, oferecido agua para Nico e o feito comer algo antes de leva-lo para o andar de cima, onde o quarto deles ficava. Então, só assim, depois de trancar a porta do quarto e colocar a chave dentro do bolso, ele se virou para Nico, deixando que o garotinho visse suas reais intenções.

— Tire as roupas. — Percy disse sem hesitar. Entretanto, foi Nico quem hesitou. O garoto olhou para a porta e depois para a janela, e por último, o encarou, incerto.

— Você tem certeza? — Nico perguntou. — Você não reagiu muito bem, antes.

Hmm... era verdade. Mas aquele momento tinha ficado no passado.

— Tire as roupas. — Percy repetiu.

Essa seria a parte onde ele geralmente estaria se movendo e ele mesmo tiraria as roupas de Nico. A questão ali não era sobre tirar a roupa ou mesmo sobre as palmadas que viriam, e sim que Nico sentisse que aquilo realmente era um castigo, e para isso acontecer o primeiro passo era fazer Nico se sentir humilhado e depois repreendido. A dor seria apenas uma forma de liberar todas essas emoções.

— O que você está esperando. Você precisa de incentivo?

— Eu... não! — Nico arregalou os olhos, surpreso, e se colocou a tirar as roupas. Ou melhor ele as arrancou de qualquer jeito e as jogou a um lado do quarto, parando em sua frente com a cabeça levemente abaixada e as mãos atras das costas.

Percy sempre se esquecia que Nico entendia como a relação entre dominação e submissão funcionava. Mesmo assim, ele observou Nico por alguns momentos. O rosto que começava a corar, a coluna curvada como se quisesse se proteger e a postura tensa de quem sabia o que estava por vir. Percy deixou o momento se arrastar por alguns minutos, sem falar, e só quando Nico começou a se remexer de ansiedade, decidiu ter misericórdia.

— Você sabe por que estamos aqui?

— Eu... te fiz passar vergonha?

Bobinho. Percy nunca teria vergonha de Nico. Não importava o motivo.

— Você acha que eu tenho vergonha de você? — Ele segurou Nico pelo queixo e o fez encará-lo. E quando Nico não faz nada além de encará-lo de volta, completamente dócil, Percy final se deu por satisfeito. Esse era o jeito que um bom garoto devia se comportar, devia ser obediente e bem-comportado e o tom avermelhado na pele oliva deixava tudo ainda melhor.

Bem, mesmo sendo um bom garoto, Nico era uma das pessoas mais teimosas que ele conhecia. E as vezes, tentar conversar sobre o problema não surtia efeito com Nico. Então, a solução era mostrar para ele. Assim, segurou Nico pelas mãos, se sentou na ponta da cama e colocou Nico sobre seu colo de barriga para baixo.

Percy poderia fazer isso de diversas formas. Nico de quatro na cama, deitado sobre um travesseiro, se ajoelhando no chão, em pé virado para a parede... mas, não, Percy queria que dessa vez fosse algo mais intimo e pessoal, pois ele tão pouco iria utilizar nenhuma ferramenta, como uma palmatoria ou até uma escova de cabelo. Ele queria que Nico sentisse cada palmada e a cada toque me sua pele, queria que Nico se arrependesse e se desculpasse. Entretanto, Percy parou por um momento e admirou a beleza de seu bebê, a pele macia, as nádegas firmes e redondas, a cintura e quadris esguios, o corpo que tremia conforme Percy acariciava a pele morena. Sabia que estava torturando Nico além do necessário, mas, no fim, ele teria certeza que a Nico não duvidaria dele nunca mais.

— Você está pronto?

É claro que aquilo não era uma pergunta, era mais um aviso. Percy não esperou que Nico respondesse e levou sua mão contra o lado direito das nádegas de Nico, e o primeiro gemido já veio. Ou será que tinha sido um resmungo?

— Eu... ah! Estou... faz tanto tempo! — Um gemido mais alto veio com a próxima palmada que veio sem avisar, permitindo a Percy vir a primeira lagrimas aparecer.

— Vou perguntar mais uma vez. Você sabe por que estamos aqui? — E então, mais uma palmada. Nico se curvou todo e segurou nos lençóis, tentando fechar as pernas. — Me responda.

— Eu fui um mal garoto.

— E o que mais?

— Eu não sei! — Nico gritou, sentindo a próxima palmada vir.

Percy estava desapontado. Quer dizer, as palmadas não eram exatamente fracas, mas não devia ser tão difícil entender por que Nico estava sendo castigado. Ele deu mais três palmadas, uma em seguida da outra e no mesmo lugar, e deixou que Nico descansasse por alguns momentos, vendo o garotinho em sua miséria extasiante; seu pequeno membro estava completamente ereto, a ponto de expelir, mas seu choro era tão intenso que Nico soluçava, ansioso e angustiado. Uma punição bem-aplicada em seu ponto de vista.

— Tudo bem, bebê. Eu vou te ajudar.

— Você vai? — Nico disse na voz mais pequena, doce e vulnerável que ele já tinha ouvido.

— Eu nunca teria vergonha de você. Então, o que poderia ser, hm?

— Eu... — Ainda chorando e fungando, Nico franziu a sobrancelha e os olhos, numa careta de concentração. — Eu estava com ciúmes?

— Não, não é isso. Você pode ter ciúmes quando quiser.

— Então...?

— É sobre confiança.

— Oh.

Ah, agora, sim! A expressão que ele queria ver, culpa e arrependimento.

— Eu confio em você. — Nico murmurou, envergonhado.

— Você acha que eu vou te trair? Te trocar por outra pessoa? Se eu não isso por dois anos, por que eu faria agora?

— Eu não sei. — Nico murmurou mais baixo ainda, as lagrimas voltando a rolar por sua pele morena. — Eu só... eu não consigo acreditar que alguém como você iria querer passar o resto da vida comigo.

Deuses, agora quem queria chorar era Percy. Ele pegou Nico no colo e o fez se sentar sobre uma de suas pernas, mantendo o pequeno membro de Nico pressionado contra sua calça jeans. Nico arfou no mesmo momento, seu membro e sua bunda dolorida sendo roçados ao mesmo tempo.

— Bem, isso não está certo. Meu bebê nunca deve duvidar de mim.

— Eu não duvido! Ah!

— Até que isso entre na sua cabeça, vamos continuar fazendo isso. De novo e de novo, até que não reste nenhuma dúvida.

— Por favor! — Nico voltou a gritar, sentindo o ardor se espalhar mais uma vez por sua pele.

Percy admitia, estava em seu momento mais sádico, eram tantas coisas que ele tinha que fazer e planejar que confessava, estava deixando o estresse sair por seus poros enquanto observava Nico gritar e implorar por misericórdia.

— Então, eu quero ver você implorar por perdão.

— Desculpa!

Ali estava, exatamente o que ele queria ouvir. A expressão de angústia no rosto de Nico era tão bonita que ele poderia gozar só de observá-lo. Percy continuou espancando a pele Nico e a cada nova palmada que era acompanhada pela “Desculpa!” gritada, mais algo dentro dele se expandia e se satisfazia, como Percy estivesse em um banquete com todos os seus pratos favoritos.

Isso é, Percy ficaria satisfeito em observar aquela cena pelo resto da vida, se não tivesse pegado o exato momento onde algo em Nico parecia ter mudado, em um momento Nico estava todo tenso e angustiado, e no próximo, bem... Nico amoleceu em seus braços, as linhas em seu rosto se suavizaram e os olhos negros se reviraram, logo em seguida se fechando no completo clímax. E se Percy não estivesse tão perto, mal teria percebido, o único indício era a pequena poça de um líquido contra seu quadril onde Nico estava se apoiando.

O que Percy podia fazer? Ele nunca disse que Nico não poderia gozar ou que não poderia curtir o momento.

***

Nico suspirou e se permitiu ser abraçado, enquanto Percy o consolava. Achava que ainda estava chorando, tremores fazendo os soluços se tornarem mais intensos do que o esperado, sua cabeça vazia e anestesiada, girava lentamente. Nico sabia que um dia Percy o mataria, mas ele morreria feliz e contente. Nada poderia o afetar naquele momento.

O que estava tudo bem. De fato, Nico não poderia estar melhor, viajando nas endorfinas que apenas uma boa sessão de dor podia trazer. Se desobedecer Percy mais vezes fosse o necessário para ser “castigado” mais vezes, Nico se tornaria o pior dos bons garotos. Ele queria rir desses pensamentos bobos, mas Percy ainda o segurava entre seus braços, ainda acariciava suas costas e ainda massageava a pele sensível de suas nádegas. Era difícil ter um pensamento coerente nesses momentos, momentos em que ele se concentrava em apenas obedecer. Nico sabia que assim que as endorfinas deixassem seu corpo, ser um bom garoto ou não, não faria diferença, porém, nesses longos minutos, sentindo as mãos de Percy sobre ele e lábios contra os seus, nada era mais importante.

— Shhhh... está tudo bem. — Percy murmurou contra seus lábios, o fazendo abrir os olhos. Nico inspirou profundamente e gemeu, sentindo os dedos molhados de Percy roçarem em sua entrada, a posição em que eles estavam perfeita para a penetração; ele sentado no colo de Percy com suas pernas rodeado a cintura de Percy.

Não demorou muito depois disso, um dedo virou dois e então a cabeça do membro estava tocando sua entrada, fazendo um pouco de pressão até entrar, deslizando na passagem apertada e o fazendo curvar a coluna, gemendo ao sentir Percy o penetrar completamente. Isso era algo que Nico não entendia, ele costumava odiar essa sensação do esticar de seus músculos, da leve ardência que o queimava sem o machucar. Agora? Ele amava sentir seu corpo se abrir e permitir que Percy entrasse dentro dele, um prazer que Nico não entendia se era completamente físico ou se também era emocional.

Nico deixou que mais um gemido saísse, sentindo a dor voltar com tudo, quando Percy segurou em suas nádegas, o fazendo se contrair todo.

— Hmm. Tão gostoso. Você gosta desse jeito, não?

Ele... Nico amava. Gostava de cada gesto e cada toque, cada palavra, cada movimento. Mas, Nico tinha um problema, tinha medo dizer o quanto gostava de cada coisa que Percy o fazia sentir, fossem emoções positivas ou negativas. Pois, ás vezes, Percy era um tanto... cruel, o dominando para além do que Nico estava confortável. Percy usava o que Nico dizia contra ele, ainda que fosse da melhor forma possível. Mesmo que Nico não quisesse admitir. E se um dia, um dia que estava muito distante de chegar, Percy o dominasse de tal forma que Nico nunca mais seria capaz de sair desse estado mental submisso e se tornasse apenas o que Percy queria que ele fosse, nada mais do que uma boneca de retalhos?

De fato, Nico sentia que isso poderia acontecer a qualquer momento, com o mínimo toque e palavras ditas docemente ao pé de seu ouvido. Sentia que sua mente iria flutuar para longe dele e apenas sobraria a parte dentro dele que vivia para satisfazer os desejos de seu dono.

— Bebê? — Ele ouviu ao longe a voz de Percy o chamando de volta, como se o puxasse com uma corda de volta para a terra. — Aqui está você. Tão bonito.

— Ah, eu vou... gozar... — Nico gemeu, estremecendo, Percy o segurando pela nuca e costas, afetuosamente, movendo sua cintura em direção a mais um orgasmo, seus ossos parecendo feitos de geleia e seus músculos completamente relaxados.

— Isso. Assim?

Nico não aguentava mais. Percy alcançou aquele lugarzinho dentro dele, a sensação vindo repentina. Em um momento ele se sentia feito manteiga derretida e no próximo, Nico se contraia, gozando, enrolando suas pernas ao redor da cintura de Percy e jogando a cabeça para trás em um grito silencioso. E sem ser tocado, expeliu, por longos momentos se sentindo esvaziar, apenas parando quando a exaustão o fez relaxar mais uma vez.

— Per. — Ele choramingou, seus nervos hiper sensíveis. A sensação vindo tão repentinamente quanto seu orgasmo.

— Está tudo bem. Estou aqui.

Um beijo foi colocado em seu pescoço, outro em seu rosto e enfim em seus lábios. E então, tudo pareceu ficar melhor. Sua respiração se acalmou e se coração desacelerava.

— Bom garoto. Tão obediente.

Se ele tivesse um rabo, Nico estaria o balançando de felicidade nesse exato momento. Pois era assim que Nico se sentia, feito um animalzinho de estimação que havia sido elogiado por um aprender um novo truque e por seu um bom garoto.

— Eu não sou um... um... — Nico não conseguiria encontrar palavras mesmo que quisesse, sua cabeça estava vazia demais para montar pensamentos complexos.

— Ah, você não é o meu bom garoto? O meu bebê? Papai vai ficar triste.

Isso era demais para seu cérebro cheio de dopamina. Nico preferiu fechar os olhos e esconder o rosto no ombro de Percy, se sentindo seguro e protegido, concordando com Percy ainda que não pudesse admitir o fato.

— Oh, meu bebê não precisa se preocupar. Tenho um presente pra você.

Nico ouviu um barulho de plástico sendo aberto e algo sendo colocado em sua mão.

— Coma.

Nico obedeceu, assim em transe. Deu uma mordida e prazer se espalhou em sua língua. Era chocolate. Bem, era um doce feito de chocolate que eles costumavam comer quando crianças. Costumava ser o seu favorito, algo que ele fazia com as próprias mãos para se lembrar de sua mãe.

— Obrigado. — Ele viu dizendo entre mordidas, contente em ficar exatamente onde estavam; na cama, sentado no colo de Percy com a cabeça apoiada em seu ombro e comendo seu doce preferido.

— Meu bebê merece o melhor.

Disso Nico não tinha muita certeza. Deixaria que Percy decidisse isso por ele, como sempre fazia.

Entãoooo.... eu decidi desenvolver melhor a relação D/s deles. Eu não ia porque mal tenho energia para colocar no papel o que já tenho planejado, então, imagina adicionar mais coisas ainda. Mas... acho que não vou ter outra oportunidade tão cedo para desenvolver esse tema especifico. Espero que vocês tenham gostado. Comentários construtivos me deixaria muito feliz.

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

I hope you like it.

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 / CHAPTER XVII / CHAPTER XVIII / CHAPTER XIX / CHAPTER XX / CHAPTER XXI

“Good boy. So obedient.” Nico closed his eyes tightly and refused to answer, feeling his body shake with the effect of the orgasm.

Not that he was capable at the moment, to speak or move. No, Nico didn't think he had ever come so hard in his life, and hearing Percy talk to him like that made him shudder even more. Nico didn't think even Percy himself knew what those words did to him, the velvety tone of his voice and now the soft touch that soothed him after something so intense. It wasn't just that, it was the way Percy talked to him, as if Percy was really proud; it was the way Percy looked at him, analyzing him coldly from head to toe and, at the same time, with that hunger in his eyes that made him want to obey every order. Nico couldn't deal with it, so it was better to just feel grateful that this moment was happening.

“So?” Nico heard Percy say, feeling Percy’s touch, gently rubbing his arms, reaching for his wrist to finally unlock the handcuffs. Funny, for someone who was afraid of being tied up, he didn't even hesitate when Percy suggested it.

"So, what?" Nico mumbled, still slightly disoriented. He couldn't even raise his arms, allowing Percy to keep on rubbing the reddened skin.

"Was it good or bad?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you like what I did?"

Wasn't that obvious?

"I came twice."

"Doesn't mean you liked it."

"And you, did you like it?" Nico countered, trying to move, which only made him fall backwards like a rotten fruit that fell from a tree.

When Percy didn't answer, Nico looked at him. It was pretty clear what was going on, Percy and his martyr complex. The truth is that he had liked it, they both had, and that seemed to be a problem for Percy.

"I liked it, okay? I mean, your chin is still wet." To prove the evidence of the crime, Nico stretched out, groaning from the pain in his muscles, and ran his fingers over Percy's face, showing Percy the liquid.

"Yeah, I guess so." But Percy still had that analytical expression, almost too rigid, like he was preparing to give the next order, which turned out to be true in the end. "Stay here."

"Where would I go?"

"With you, I never know. Just don't... run away. Okay?"

"I told you I won't do it again. How long are you going to blame me for this?"

"I'm sorry." Percy tried to smile, and when that didn't work, he turned his back on Nico, who fell back onto the pillows.

It seemed that Nico wasn't the only one traumatized by the past. What could he do? This was their story, sometimes happy, sometimes troubled. Nico wouldn't trade what they had lived for anything in the world. Where would he be if he hadn't met Percy in a public school bathroom? What would he have done if Percy had been like those boys? At least they wouldn't be in this impasse. What if... what if he forced things just a little bit, Percy would see that there was no reason for so much guilt? After all, Percy always liked the truth and pretty things...

"Nico."

Startled, Nico saw Percy's face too close and grabbed Percy's shoulders, pushing him away.

"What are you thinking about, hmm? I know that little face very well."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're not up to something, are you? Behave."

"I always behave." Except when I need to act, Nico thought, putting on his most innocent expression.

"I'll believe you."

Percy sat down next to him and began to clean him up. On his chest, abdomen and then between Nico's legs, gently sliding a damp towel, reaching his entrance.

"You don't have to do this."

"I want to do it." Percy murmured, kissing him on the cheek. "You were right. I was absent, I promise I'll make it up to you.”

“How about starting now. Let me suck you off?”

“How can that be a reward for you?” The important thing in all this is that Percy had finally smiled, stroking Nico’s hair.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“It's a maybe later. Right now, it's time for my baby to take a nap.”

“I'm not a baby.”

“Then why are you yawning in the middle of the afternoon?”

It was a good question.

Nico only let Percy cover him because Percy had laid down next to him and hugged him tightly, also getting under the covers with Nico.

***

For some reason, Percy felt exhausted. He allowed himself to relax into the pillow, pressed against Nico's back, and closed his eyes, just for a moment, just long enough to feel the weight lift off his shoulders. It was a metaphorical weight, of course, a weight he hadn't even known was there. Percy had never imagined that guilt could drain someone to the point of affecting them physically. Had things been like this in the past too? Percy couldn't remember. This was a bad habit he'd developed, another psychological crutch, he knew. Percy would forget and lock away everything that was traumatic or frustrating in the back of his mind. 

You know what? Percy had decided not to think about what was bad or good, right or wrong, and would focus on what was right for them. Were they comfortable with this? Great! Did it sound fun? Did it make him feel good? So that's what they would do. What was the point of doing what was considered "normal" if it caused so much pain, and not the kind that Nico seemed to enjoy? It was best if he talked to his mother, just to reassure her. Percy knew better than anyone that Sally would annoy him until he confessed to her.

Feeling tired once again, Percy got out from under the covers, trying not to wake Nico and saw something lying on the floor. He walked around the bed and there in the middle of the path was the diary he had given Nico. The diary was open at the beginning of the first pages and had a pen stuck in it, marking the last page written.

He had already forgotten about that too. Fortunately, it seemed that even though he was a horrible person, Nico was still the same sweet little boy, always the obedient one. Yes, Percy could see that Nico had already written a few words and had personalized the back cover:

NICO'S DIARY If lost, return to Percy!

Percy had to laugh, already feeling light. There were even some cute drawings of hearts, little angels and little demons around the letters. However, what really caught his attention was the page where the pen was stuck.

“I love that kind of headspace where I almost float, almost delirious, you know? My head  feels light and I have no idea what I want to do, I just want whatever you want me to do. Most of the time, all I know is that I want to be fucked so hard that I can barely speak and all I can do is give little moans when you ask me something.” “I want the kind of sex that leaves marks on my hips and the shape of your hands on my skin. The kind of sex that leaves my chest covered in bites and your back covered in scratches. I want the kind of sex that makes my body ache and throb and makes me feel you between my legs the next day.”

This was a passage that seemed to stand out from the other pages, something written in a hurry, in a careless scrawl, in black ink and without decorations around it, as if Nico didn’t want to spend much time with these thoughts and just needed to pour them out on the paper. That was the real reason why he stared at those words for long moments, motionless, standing in the middle of the room with Nico still sleeping peacefully, without a care in the world. 

It was impossible not to compare the two typographic styles. On one side of the page, vines and trees that seemed to intertwine up to the heavens, accompanied by lines of simple and beautiful poetry, on the other, clumsy and vulgar prose, allowing Percy to see the two sides of Nico that he rarely saw together. There were other drawings, of course. A demon and an angel that took up an entire page, descriptions of personality and physical characteristics, a few lines of narration that on the next page were interrupted by more scribbles with loose thoughts.

“I want you to hold me and touch me, I want you to make me feel safe and small, like the baby I deny I am. I want you to tell me when no one is looking: “How’s my boy? Did he behave?” I want to have rules and I want to have to ask for permission. I want to be disciplined when I don't do what you order.”

Percy had to stop flipping through the diary and look at Nico sleeping in bed.

He... fuck! He wanted to do all of these things, Percy wanted to make all of Nico's wishes come true. And do you know why? They were the same as his own. Every word and confession seemed like something he would do if guilt hadn't stopped him until that moment. Were these fantasies really Nico's? Or was something Nico had written to get back at him? Or, even worse, was it what he had led Nico to believe they both wanted? But at the same time, Percy could recognize Nico in every line, be it clumsy or elegant, mixed with the influence he had over Nico and other things and moments when Percy hadn't been there to shape him.

Honestly? Percy was relieved. Knowing that Nico had had other experiences and met other people and that even after all of this Nico had still come back to him, it took away another part of the weight Percy didn't even know he carried. However, the important question was: How could he do... all of this without going over the edge? How could Percy make sure Nico wouldn't come out of this hating him for real?

He... Percy needed help. And a few things, too. Something that would make Nico understand the seriousness of the situation, how much he wanted Nico to stay safe and happy. It seemed that this was the moment to act.

***

Nico opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was the sunlight coming through the blinds, blinding him momentarily. His head throbbed with an irritating pain in his temples, but his body was as relaxed as it had ever been. His vision was blurred too, dazed by the endorphins that still seemed to keep his body calm and his mind wonderfully empty, as if all anxiety had been sucked out of him by a compressor hose. Not even his adventures with more experienced boys had caused this kind of reaction in him.

He looked to the side, expecting to find Percy and got in return his absence and a piece of paper, Percy hadn't even left his warmth behind, which meant that Percy had gotten up a long time ago.

Well, Nico shouldn't get his hopes up when Percy  had been handling things so badly lately. And he said he'd give Percy time to get used to things, didn't he? Even though it was hard to keep waiting for something that might not even happen, he had no other choice. It was better to have Percy's company than to have nothing at all. But that didn't mean Nico wouldn't try his best to get what he wanted.

Giving up, Nico sat up in bed and picked up the note.

"Did you sleep well? I had to leave real quick. I promise I'll be back for breakfast. Wait for me. Per."

Was that all? Was that what he deserved after feeling his world shake? This was so unfair! Enough! He was going to take action right now.

Forgetting about his headache and his sore muscles, Nico crumpled the note, threw it somewhere towards the trash can and marched until he stopped in front of the closet. This was so ridiculous! He never thought the time would come when he would have to stoop so low. He picked up the box with his toys, reached into the bottom of it and pulled out a sealed, black package. It was something the saleswoman had suggested and since he had bought worse things, that didn't make him a bad person. Nico placed the package on the bed, grabbed the items he would need and went into the bathroom. He was going to show Percy who was boss here.

***

Percy felt much better now.

How could he explain it? Well... there was a place, a kind of bar, and he had been curious, you know? Percy had never participated, however... he had watched and understood very quickly how things worked. What could he do? His mother always said that knowledge was something that no one could take away from you, and in fact, it had been something hard to forget. Maybe he had gotten bored without Nico around or maybe when he found himself alone, with no one to watch over him... why not? Since Percy no longer needed to be the good guy?

The fact was, Percy had discovered that he did those things without needing anyone to teach him. At least there, he learned that what he did was wrong if Percy didn't ask permission first.

A good example of this were words, small suggestions that if repeated could become conditioned behaviors, like when you teach your dog to give you a paw in exchange for treats. People had the same tendencies and similar desires, too. Some were more assertive and others were more obedient. It was a normal dynamic, nothing forced, of course, just ways of behaving where each person felt more comfortable expressing themselves. And that was just the beginning, it wasn't even something sexual or romantic, just attitudes that most people didn't notice. His psychologist at the time had suggested something similar. It wasn't that he was going after those types of clubs, but rather that Percy should analyze why he felt so codependent on Nico or why Percy felt so frustrated. And since it seemed to be related to sex, he thought... why not? His mother had supported the idea and his brother and Grover had loved it even more. So, as a close-knit family, they all went to investigate the bar, including his mother.

The important thing was that when he found out what he was doing with Nico, it was too late, Nico had left and he was left alone, with all those ideas and no one to test them. Percy wasn't proud of what he had done, but he didn't regret it either. Honestly? He didn't care about those people and if he had hurt some of them along the way, it was none of his business. Percy never promised them anything, tired of warning them what would happen in the end. 

That was why Percy was there that morning, a twenty-four hour bar that operated as a snack bar during the day. It had been over a year since Percy had been there, but since they were the place he trusted the most, it would have to be there. 

Percy took a deep breath and entered through the black iron doors, reaching the first area where there were wooden tables and chairs that would be removed at dusk to make way for the dance floor. He continued walking further back and found the bar, a long counter next to a spacious kitchen, watching the waiters pick up plates of food to be delivered. He just hoped that no one-- 

"Percy, dear. It's been a while!" 

"Vanessa," Percy said and turned around, seeing his favorite "teacher." She was a caring, kind and firm dominatrix, something he always wanted to be and never had the patience for. In comparison to her, Percy was anxious and somewhat cruel. Who knows, maybe one day?

“What brings you here? Finally looking for company? I have a submissive who--

“Not this time,” Percy said and smiled, politely denying. “I’m looking for Apollo. I wonder if he’s around?”

“Oh, that’s so good. Who’s the boy?”

“Someone new.”

“Hm, I see.” But she seemed to judge him like everyone else did.

“Not so new. He’s new to the scene.”

“Oh, okay.” Vanessa smiled again and came out from behind the counter. “I know exactly what you want.”

So, together, they went through another door, up a spiral staircase and arrived on the second floor, full of doors with private rooms, some with windows that allowed you to see inside the rooms and at the end of the hallway, a large black metal door that they also entered.

For sure, that room was what Percy was looking for. He felt that if he brought Nico here, the little boy would spend a few hours asking what those things hanging on the wall were for. There was also a counter at the back of the room, where a tall, blond man was reading a magazine, wearing headphones.

"Hey," Percy said as he approached.

Apollo looked up and at the same moment took off his headphones and stood up, running towards him. It was okay, because Percy was prepared. He opened his arms and let Apollo hug him as much as he wanted, rubbing himself against him.

"Oh, look at our little Dom. So big. Have you been working out? I bet the little boys are chasing you."

Not since Nico had come back, but that was another matter.

"Just one. I was looking for something specific."

"I know exactly what you need."

"I haven't said anything yet."

"And you don't have to."

Apollo smiled brightly, picked up a shopping basket and started walking through the aisles and shelves.

"Let me see. Something discreet for the day.”

Apollo reached out and picked up a choker, something in the Gothic style. A soft, discreet strip of leather with small crystals adorning it.

"Something to play with."

This time Apollo picked up a light pink collar, heavy and with large holes, with a small name tag and a clasp to attach a leash if he wanted.

"Something to keep him quiet and well-behaved, yes?"

Finally Apollo picked up a muzzle with a ball in the middle, a silk blindfold, and soft handcuffs.

"There you go. That should do it."

"I can't, this is too much."

"It's a gift for our junior Dominant!"

"Really, I can't--

"Oh! There's something missing!"

"Apollo, no!"

"Apollo, yes."

Before Percy could stop him, Apollo was back with a paddle. Its surface was all black leather, made of a stiff material, but the tip of it had a soft padding that would bring pain without leaving too many marks. 

“Apollo!”

“Come on, just this once. I’ve never seen you interested in anyone. Consider it a good luck gift.”

“Exactly! I can’t show up with this. He’ll think I’m—”

“He’s not wrong.”

Percy snorted and gave up arguing. Apollo was so ridiculous that it made it impossible to contradict him.

“Besides…” Apollo continued, packing the items into a pretty box. “Since you rejected me, the least you can do is accept my gift.”

“How much was it?” Percy, for his own sanity, decided to ignore him, and took out his wallet.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? It’s a gift.”

“Come on! This is worth at least a thousand dollars.”

“So what? I’m rich.”

“So am I.”

“Looks like we’re at an impasse.” Apollo grimaced sadly and shook his head. “Looks like your boy is going to be very disappointed, then.”

“He doesn’t know I’m here.” 

“Is this a surprise? I didn't know you were a romantic.” This time, there was no irony in Apollo's voice. “I'm feeling very single right now.”

Percy had forgotten how dramatic Apollo could be. He was handsome, Percy couldn't deny that. However, beauty wasn't everything in life, even if it helped a lot.

“Vanessa! Get me a Dom right now!”

Percy turned around and there was Vanessa, watching them from afar as if she were watching a sitcom.

“Didn’t it? Three times in the last month?”

“You call that dominance? My mother is less vanilla than that.”

“Please, spare me.” Vanessa crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

“Why is so hard to introduce me to someone tall, hot and with an attitude? Is that too much to ask?”

It was Percy's turn to roll his eyes. He wanted to say that this was the first time something like this had happened. He swore he wasn't trying to brag, but... really, Percy thought those D/s days were behind him. But there he was, asking these people for help.

“Behave yourself.” Percy found himself saying, already irritated by the situation. The worst part was that Apollo immediately straightened his spine. And he had to add: “Don’t you dare.” It wouldn’t be the first time Apollo had knelt down without even realizing it.

“So mean.”

“Look, I appreciate the help, but I have to—”

“Is everything okay?” Apollo asked, now serious. “You said you would never dominate anyone. Is it about the boy who made you suffer?”

“Maybe.” Percy shrugged. “It’s not his fault.”

“Okay. Do you need help? Maybe mediation?”

“No. I can do it.” Maybe, he wanted to say. The truth is, Percy couldn’t even think about having to share Nico with someone or letting other people watch. Percy didn’t know if he could control himself. “You don’t need to worry.”

“Are you sure? We could give the poor boy a hand. Does he know what he's gotten himself into?”

"You don't have to worry," Percy repeated.

The worst part was that Percy wasn't even lying. Nico knew a lot more than he would have liked.

So, did you liked it? Thanks for reading!

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