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Percy wishing Nico would wear a Morticia Addams dress just makes sens, boy be losing his mind when Nico speaks italian like Gomez when Tish speaks french. Caro mio~*kiss noises* 😚😚😚

Percy's fantasy, probably.

sorry for the vague-ish posts that aren’t inherently directed at anything nor are tethered to a single idea/fandom. I’ll probably post actual art later

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

Oii, como vai? Esse era para ser um capítulo curto, ai resolvi fazer algo especial mais para o final. Espero que vocês gostem! Vejam as notas finais para mais informações.^^

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III / CAPÍTULO IV / CAPÍTULO V / CAPÍTULO VI

— Presta atenção! — Percy gritou e passou a bola para Chris Rodriguez, um garoto alto de feições hispânicas. Um amigo ótimo, mas que agora estava lhe dando nos nervos. 

Tudo bem, não era culpa de Chris. Percy queria terminar logo aquele treino e encontrar Nico que o esperava nas arquibancadas. Era demais pedir que o tempo passasse mais rápido? Ele gritou de novo, agora vendo Charles Beckendorf se distrair com a namorada líder de torcida.

Porra, será que dava para alguém fazer alguma coisa certa!?

— Cara, pega leve! — Grover veio correndo até ele quando o treinador encerrou o treino antes do normal. — Seu garoto não está cuidando de você?

Grover estava certo, Nico tinha cuidado muito bem dele. Percy até tinha relaxado depois do ato, mas então ele sentiu aquela raiva subir para a cabeça observando aquelas pessoas cobiçarem o que era dele. Quando Nico era solitário e indefeso ninguém fez nada, preferindo o isolar, mas agora que Nico cresceu e ficou alto com aqueles ombros largos e intensos olhos negros, levando seu violão pelos cantos, praticamente sendo impossível não se encantar quando ele cantava, pensando que ninguém o via, isso o tirava do sério. Trazia seu pior lado para fora.

Ele admitia que estava enlouquecendo, devagar e constante, brigando com quem tentasse se aproximar. Esse devia ser o único motivo para ele querer que as pessoas ficassem longe de Nico. Quer dizer, não era muito diferente do que acontecia antes. Não que ele tentasse esconder, Percy afastava as pessoas de propósito e sabia disso. Nico também sabia disso. Até o zelador sabia. Ele queria se sentir mal por agir dessa forma, impulsivo e… tão errado. Pensou que esse Percy tinha ficado no passado e que ele tinha morrido com a partida de Nico, se achando tão adulto agora que não agia dessa forma. Isso é, até Nico voltar e mostrar para ele que ainda era o mesmo menininho inseguro e ciumento.

— Per-cy! Terra para Percy. Tem alguém em casa? — Grover disse e balançou a mão em frente a seu rosto, vendo que agora um grupo de garotos se formava ao redor deles.

Era normal, afinal ele era o capitão e eles costumavam ter conversas sobre possíveis mudanças na estratégia de jogo. Hoje não era um desses dias, hoje ele não tinha prestado atenção em nada, em passes de bola, a posição dos jogadores na quadra ou quantas cestas foram feitas.

— Desculpa, gente. Vocês estão dispensados.

— Jackson, qual é? Fala logo. — Luke disse, caminhando despreocupado até ele.

Percy respirou fundo e tentou se concentrar.

— Falar o quê?

— Você não vai pirar de novo, vai? — Outra pessoa falou, embora todos soassem iguais para ele.

— Quem concorda no sub-capitão tomar conta do time? — É claro que Luke falou isso já que ele era o sub-capitão.

— Façam o que vocês quiserem.

Nada importava mais do que Nico. Calmamente, ele tirou a faixa de capitão do braço e jogou para quem estivesse mais perto, dando as costas para eles.

— Quero ver quanto tempo vocês duram.

— Percy, volta aqui! Eu estava brincando! Desde quando você escuta o que eu digo?

Mas ele não voltou, continuou marchando para a saída, lembrando de pegar suas coisas perto do vestiário e só parou quando encontrou Nico na parte de baixo da arquibancada, alheio ao que acontecia à sua volta. Ele estava sentado na grama, com as costas apoiadas no pé da estrutura da arquibancada, dedilhando o violão e murmurando algo baixo na voz mais aveludada e doce que ele já tinha ouvido. Nico parou de tocar e então se virou em direção ao caderno em frente a ele para anotar algo, tudo isso enquanto as pessoas ao redor o observavam com admiração.

Sabe, ninguém costumava assistir aos treinos além das líderes de torcida, mas ali no sol do fim de tarde e com os pássaros cantando, Nico nunca esteve tão belo; cabeça abaixada e postura relaxada, lhe dando a impressão que cada vez mais a plateia se multiplicaria se isso continuasse acontecendo. Então… então aquela raiva voltou com tudo e foi tão de repente que ele parou antes que Nico pudesse notar sua presença, não queria que Nico visse essa parte sua. Ele inspirou fundo por longos momentos e só quando teve certeza que conseguiria se controlar, se aproximou o resto do caminho, parando na frente de Nico.

— Você está pronto? — Perguntou a Nico.

— Hmhm. — Nico acenou, levantando a mão do violão e se espreguiçando. — Você não tem que fazer nada? Ainda são três horas da tarde.

— Não, hoje sou todo seu.

Foi quando Nico levantou a cabeça, o olhou entre os cílios e sorriu para ele, todo meigo e tímido, o levando de volta para tempos mais simples.

— Vamos? — Ele quase esqueceu das pessoas ao redor, murmurando mais distantes deles. Bastou Nico acenar novamente enquanto guardava suas coisas para enfim segurar em suas mãos que elas desapareceram de vista, insignificantes, feito insetos barulhentos.

Ele pegou a mochila de Nico, o ajudando, enquanto Nico levava o violão na mão que não estava ocupada pela sua.

— Música nova?

— O grupo de prática de banda vai se apresentar no baile.

— Vai, é? — Percy até já podia imaginar quanto fãs Nico conseguiria nessa noite.

— Por que você não me disse que ia ter um? Eu nunca fui.

— Eu não estava planejando ir. — Não desde que Nico tinha voltado, mas agora que ele mencionou o baile… — Você quer ir comigo?

— Senhor Jackson! Você está me chamando para sair? É um encontro?

— Só se você quiser.

Percy não conseguiu se conter, Nico estava rindo e fazendo piadas com tanta alegria que isso esquentava seu coração a ponto que ele teve que parar no meio do caminho e beijar Nico até que ambos estivessem sem ar; em seus lábios, maçãs do rosto, mandíbula e pescoço. Ele só parou quando Nico riu tanto que lagrimas saíram de seus lindos olhos negros.

— Então, está marcado. É um encontro.

— Seu bobo. — Nico suspirou, o encarando bem de pertinho, e outro impulso o tomou. Percy secou as lágrimas de risadas que ainda caiam e o beijou mais uma vez, apenas para expressar o quando ele o amava.

— Estou falando sério. Até vou usar um terno. O que você acha?

— Eu acho que você vai ficar muito bonito.

— Eu pensei que eu já era. — Nico sorriu de novo e Percy nem tentou se controlar dessa vez, ele abraçou Nico pela cintura e o beijou como na noite passada, como se ninguém estivesse vendo, e só parou quando Nico gemeu, agudo no fundo da garganta, e o afastou, o empurrando sem força pelo peito.

— Per. — Nico choramingou, piscando devagar, quase gemendo de frustração, mas tão suave que ele sentia vontade de encostá-lo contra a parede e resolver o problema deles bem ali. Isso iria mostrar a quem Nico pertencia.

O quê? Não! Ele não era essa pessoa. Ele não…

— Per? — Ele sentiu dedos macios contra seu rosto e piscou, tentando tirar esses pensamentos da cabeça. Nico parecia preocupado com um leve vinco entre as sobrancelhas. — Tudo bem?

— Claro, tudo bem.

Nico tinha razão em ter fugido dele. No fim, o perigo não estava nas outras pessoas e sim nele, um garotinho doente e possessivo.

— Você quer comer alguma coisa? Está ficando tarde.

Percy apenas acenou, sendo puxado por Nico em direção a seu carro. Ele sentia a preocupação emanar de Nico, era a forma que ele falava todo baixinho e cuidadoso, os toques afetuosos em seu braço ou ombro como se tentasse consolar um garotinho que tinha caído e machucado a perna. E mesmo sabendo de tudo isso, Percy ainda não se sentia culpado. Entendia perfeitamente o que estava fazendo, e ainda assim, deixou que Nico o consolasse, absorvendo a atenção que Nico lhe dava feito uma esponja no deserto.

No fim, eles acabaram voltando àquele mesmo restaurante que Nico tanto tinha gostado, pedindo outra garrafa de vinho e toda a macarronada que Nico foi capaz de comer. Ele sabia que devia pelo menos avisar a mãe que a esse ponto deveria estar preocupada sua ausência, mas Percy logo se esqueceu disso. Contente, observou Nico comer com vontade e beber mais da metade da garrafa de vinho como se fosse água, bem menos bêbado que na vez anterior. Percy não se importava, porque, na realidade, estava exatamente onde queria estar, com Nico sorrindo para ele e prestando atenção somente nele.

***

Imediatamente, Nico soube que algo estava errado. Ou melhor, que eles estavam caindo nos mesmos vícios de antes. Para falar a verdade, era difícil se preocupar com essas coisas. Era muito, principalmente quando Percy estava tão perto e cheirava tão bem, aqueles braços fortes em volta dele e os beijos que o faziam estremecer. Mas ele precisava… precisava… 

— Lindo. — Percy murmurou contra seus lábios, o puxando para perto até que não restasse nenhuma distância entre seus corpos. Eles ainda estavam no restaurante e essa não era uma atitude adequada para se ter em um lugar público.

— Per. Para com isso.

— Hm? Eu não-- eu sinto muito.

— A gente precisa conversar.

Isso fez Percy parar. Nico viu Percy respirar fundo e o encarar todo sério. Isso era pior ainda, a expressão no rosto de Percy o fazia querer abrir as pernas e obedecer tudo o que Percy mandasse, e ele sabia exatamente o que Percy pediria se eles se deixassem levar.

— A gente não precisa conversar. — Percy falou quando ele não disse nada.

— Não precisa?

— Eu sei de tudo. É o meu comportamento.

— Se você sabe… 

— Não consigo me controlar.

Hm… isso era uma evolução. Ele acenou e sorriu, orgulhoso de Percy.

— Sei que não é certo.

— E o que mais?

— Vou tentar melhorar.

Nico deixou o ar sair e relaxou contra o assento do restaurante.

— Olha, eu não me importo de verdade.

— Não? — Agora Percy parecia sinceramente confuso.

— Eu sei quem você é e porque faz essas coisas. Talvez eu tenha certa culpa… 

— Então, qual o problema?

— Isso afeta sua relação com as pessoas. Você é capitão e vai ser orador da turma. Não quero que isso… que nosso relacionamento destrua o que você lutou para conquistar.

— Nico. — Foi quando ele viu Percy arregalar os olhos e o encarar com um olhar perdido.

— Você sabe que eu não fui embora por causa de você, não sabe?

— Eu pensei que… 

— Per, você não é o problema, nem mesmo sua mania de nos isolar dos outros me incomoda.

— Eu sou horrível.

— Eu também sou. Eu… eu te incentivei. Quando alguém mostrava interesse em você, eu… não me orgulho do que fiz.

— O que você fez? — E onde ele achava que veria julgamento, Percy mostrou a ele a pura curiosidade.

— Você lembra da Rachel e dos irmãos Stroll? Não quero falar disso. O problema aqui é que eu… eu não queria sexo e não sabia como dizer isso pra você, então, eu… eu fugi e agora… tudo está pior!

— Não diga isso. Eu prometo que--

— Não, você não entende! Eu senti sua falta todos os dias. Nunca mais quero passar por isso. Eu… eu… você nunca mais vai se livrar de mim! Está me ouvindo! Nunca mais! — Para provar seu ponto, ele puxou Percy pela jaqueta e o beijou, praticamente batendo seus dentes.

— Bebê.

— Não, não é isso. Quero dizer que agora você não tem razão para me deixar estragar as coisas.

— Nico. — Percy falou aquilo tão baixinho e suavemente que ele teve que parar por um momento. — Você é a melhor coisa na minha vida. Eu te amo, é minha culpa você pensar dessa forma.

— Não é sua culpa. E eu… eu também te amo.

Pronto, Nico tinha dito o que precisava. Por algum motivo sentia um aperto no coração, uma pressão no peito que só o toque de Percy aliviava. Ele mal conseguia pensar racionalmente, porque nada daquilo era racional. Não essa possessividade que ambos sentiam ou essa necessidade de estar perto um do outro. Não podia ser saudável. Ou normal. Como as outras pessoas podiam viver sem se sentir tão amadas e desejadas como ele sentia ao olhar para Percy?

— Está tudo bem. — Percy disse, esfuziante em seu sorrir. — Você pertence a mim e eu pertenço a você. Pode não ser comum, mas porque resistir a isso?

— Está tudo bem mesmo?

— Está, eu prometo. Vou fazer de tudo para que dessa vez as coisas deem certo. Você confia em mim?

— Eu confio. — Como ele podia não confiar quando seu corpo e alma se elevavam com o simples toque de dedos contra sua nuca e lábios molhados contra os seus?

— Você não precisa se preocupar, está tudo sobre controle.

Ele acreditou. 

Com um suspiro aliviado, Nico se deixou ser abraçado e consolado. Confiaria que Percy cuidasse de tudo, exatamente como sempre tinha sido.

***

Cena Bônus: Achei que esse capítulo ficou pequeno, então decidi trazer uma cena do passado. Um presente curto para vocês.

— Obrigado por vir. — Percy Jackson abriu a porta e deu passagem para ela entrar. 

Clarisse estranhou imediatamente, eles não eram os melhores amigos e nunca seriam. Ela não sabia explicar, Percy costuma ter uma aura de quem pisaria em qualquer um para ter o que queria… ou melhor dizendo, Percy era um das pessoas mais intimidadoras que ela já tinha conhecido. Clarisse sabia que Percy usava sua altura e força para se destacar, mas era algo mais do que isso. Sinceramente? Nunca pensou que fosse ser convidada para participar das festas dos populares, e muito menos pelo garotinho magro e nerd que sentava todas as aulas ao lado do capitão psicopata de basquete. O que mais a constrangia era como da noite para o dia a atitude de Percy tinha mudado, de valentão para polidamente educado.

Era por isso que nesse momento Clarisse estava parada em frente a porta de Percy Jackson, hesitando em dar o próximo passo. Nunca se sabia o que poderia ter dentro da casa de um psicopata. Mas, enfim, quando parecia que nenhum dos se renderia, Percy estendeu a mão. Entretanto, ele só pegou a travessa com os sanduíches e salgadinhos de suas mãos quando ela ofereceu a ele primeiro.

— Isso é muita coisa. — Ele disse, obviamente fazendo força para parecer simpático.

— Não foi nada. — Não foi mesmo, eles tinham encomendado no dia anterior. Talvez sua mãe tenha exagerado.

A verdade é que ela não sabia ao certo o que levar. Tudo o que Nico tinha dito era para ela trazer alguma coisa e aparecer até o meio-dia. Geralmente ela ficaria bem longe daquele tipo de gente, mas Annabeth tinha pedido para ela espionar, por isso estava ali, tentando ser civilizada com a pessoa mais selvagem que ela já tinha conhecido.

— Entre. — Foi tudo o que ele disse antes de dar as costas e seguir pelo longo corredor para dentro da casa.

Ela o seguiu, se surpreendendo pelo tamanho da sala de estar. Ali havia uma grande mesa de buffet onde Percy tinha colocado os salgados, sofás longos e confortáveis, puffs, um telão de cinema e tanta comida que ela achava ser impossível de comer, sem contar os móveis de bom gosto, decoração em tons pastéis e uma maravilhosa vista para um jardim bem cuidado e uma piscina olímpica.

— Se sinta à vontade. — Sem esperar, Percy desapareceu subindo as escadas e entrou em outro corredor.

— Ele é assim mesmo. Você se acostuma.

Distraída, Clarisse deu um pulo e olhou em direção ao sofá. Era Grover! Finalmente alguém decente nesse lugar.

— O que está acontecendo aqui? Cadê as pessoas dessa festa. 

— Festa? É mais uma noite do pijama.

— Noite do pijama?

— Percy e Nico não gostam de confusão.

— Hm? — Ela não estava entendendo nada.

— A gente se reúne pra comer alguma coisa e assistir um filme. Às vezes pra jogar alguma coisa.

— É isso que vocês gente rica fazem?

— Não, mas Percy e Nico gostam assim.

— “Percy e Nico”? Eles são uma entidade por acaso? Um ser único?

Isso fez Grover gargalhar. Sentando no sofá, o garoto segurou a barriga e jogou a cabeça para trás.

— Você está mais certa do que pensa! Gostei de você, acho que vai se encaixar muito bem com a gente.

— A gente? Quem exatamente? Não estou vendo ninguém.

— Gente, temos companhia! — Grover colocou a mão em volta da boca e gritou, criando um eco pela sala. Miraculosamente, pessoas começaram a vir de todas as direções, escadas abaixo, e de cada corredor ou porta fechada.

— Clarisse, é bom te ver. Como vai a esgrima? 

Silena foi a primeira a se aproximar. Ela tinha sido sua parceira por anos antes de ter que se focar nos estudos e nas líderes de torcida. Beckendorf estava atrás dela, todo sério e quieto. Quem Clarisse não esperava encontrar era Luke e Thalia, Leo também. Não que fosse surpresa, todos eram populares de seu próprio jeito. Ela só não entendia porque Annabeth não estava entre eles; ela parecia alguém que se encaixaria perfeitamente.

— O que te traz ao nosso humilde cafofo? — Luke perguntou todo charmoso, desfilando até se sentar a seu lado. — Nunca pensei que te viria aqui.

— Nico me convidou, então, eu vim. — Ela deu de ombros. Talvez ela só estivesse curiosa para saber como aquela gente vivia.

— Não se preocupe, logo perde a graça. Você vai ver.

Como se anunciando a deixa, Percy e Nico desceram as escadas, de mãos dadas e falando algo em um tom tão baixo que seria impossível escutar daquela distância. Entretanto, assim que Nico viu sua presença, ele veio até ela e a abraçou, dizendo: — Fico feliz que você tenha vindo. Está com fome?

— Talvez, depois.

— Certo. — Nico sorriu para ela, segurando em suas mãos rapidamente e se levantou indo em direção a Percy que tinha observado tudo de braços cruzados e com a expressão mais ameaçadora que ela já tinha visto. Isso é, tudo isso aconteceu antes de Nico se voltar para Percy, pois no instante seguinte, Percy sorriu, mostrando dentes brancos e covinhas bonitas, com tanto amor no olhar e oferecendo apenas bondade e felicidade para Nico, que Clarisse pensou que Percy fosse duas pessoas diferentes.

Ela estava ali há cinco minutos e achava ser suicídio social tentar fazer qualquer coisa que atrapalhasse o que estava acontecendo entre os garotos. E a cada momento que passava, se surpreendia mais. Viu em câmera lenta Percy receber Nico entre seus braços e o apertar bem forte para em seguida beijar a testa de Nico, enquanto Nico apenas sorria contente, praticamente engolido pelo corpo de Percy. Ela nunca tinha visto um gesto tão fraternal se tornar tão sexual e possessivo em meros segundos.

— Isso é normal? Nico precisa de ajuda? — Ela cochichou para Grover e Luke que estavam a seu lado.

— Você acha que ele precisa?

Era uma boa pergunta. Quase desaparecendo atrás de Percy, viu Nico arrastar Percy para o meio da sala e se sentar entre os puffs, em frente a uma mesinha de centro. Logo alguém trouxe alguns pratos de comida para perto deles e todos começaram a comer, mesmo que os pratos estivessem mais próximos de Nico. Isso é, quase todos começaram a comer, Percy apenas observou o desenrolar dos fatos, parecendo fiscalizar o que acontecia ao redor dele com um olhar satisfeito vendo Nico comer com entusiasmo.

— Quer mais? — Percy perguntou a Nico. E sem esperar a resposta, voltou com uma bandeja cheia de mini-pizzas. — O seu favorito.

— Obrigado, Per. — Nico sorriu docemente e sua voz soou ainda mais amorosa, destilando mel, açúcar e tudo de bom no mundo.

— Acho que vou vomitar.

Clarisse concordava com Luke, meio hipnotizada vendo aquela cena doméstica. Felizmente ela foi quebrada quando Percy olhou para eles com um sorriso de canto para lá de cínico, dizendo: 

— O banheiro fica na segunda porta à direita. — Entretanto, Percy logo disse, se lembrando de ser um anfitrião: — Porque vocês não pegam um prato. Não quero ter que jogar comida fora.

E já que ele dizia de forma tão amável, por que não?

Clarisse foi a primeira a se levantar e ir até a mesa do buffet. Ela começou com um pedaço de bolo de limão e um copo de suco de maçã. Se sentou ao lado de Nico e dessa vez, não parecia que Percy iria a fuzilar com o olhar. Percy sinceramente parecia contente em se sentar colado a Nico e vê-lo comer com um olhar enamorado. 

Até o fim da noite, assistindo o segundo filme e vendo Nico dormir sobre o ombro de Percy na maior demonstração de amor que ela já tinha visto, Clarisse chegou a uma clara conclusão. Tinha pena de Annabeth e de qualquer um que tentasse ficar no caminho de Percy Jackson e seu doce companheiro que de inocente tinha apenas o sorriso.

***

— Por que tanta comida? — Era a grande questão da noite. 

Clarisse percebeu que assim que um prato se esvaziava, outro substituía seu lugar, um mais gostoso do que o outro. Tudo o que ela sabia é que não aguentava mais, e que não conseguia parar de comer.

— A família do Percy tem um restaurante.

— Eu sei disso. Todo mundo sabe.

— Nos considere um grupo de testadores. — Nico disse a ela, comendo um doce que Clarisse não sabia o que era. — Se a gente gosta, entra no cardápio. Se não, em revisão.

— A questão é. Quem fez tudo isso?

— Eu e Sally. — Nico deu de ombros e sorriu quando viu a reação de Clarisse.

— Você sabe cozinhar?

— Desde pequeno.

— Você não é rico? — Quando Nico olhou para ela, todo confuso, Clarisse completou: — Quer dizer, você não tem empregados para isso?

— Cozinho quando estou nervoso ou ansioso.

— Sério?

— Pra gente, comida é um gesto de amor.

Mas Nico não falava isso olhando para ela, não, Nico tinha as mãos no colo e seu rosto estava corado, observando Percy conversar com um grupo de garotos perto da varanda enquanto eles continuavam perto da mesinha de centro.

 — Um gesto de amor?

— Sei que Percy parece grosseiro às vezes. É só que ele tem dificuldade em confiar nas pessoas.

— E você?

— Eu confio nele.

— Claro.

— Sabe… a gente cuida dos nossos amigos…

— O que isso quer dizer?

Nico sorriu de novo para ela, seus olhos negros brilhando, enquanto ele mordia mais um pedaço do doce. Logo Clarisse entendeu o que acontecia, Percy vinha caminhando em direção a eles, todo orgulhoso de si mesmo. Num primeiro momento Clarisse não tinha entendido nada, e só percebeu a armadilha quando um garoto menor apareceu atrás de Percy. Era Chris, o garoto que ela tinha visto pelos corredores e nunca tinha tido a coragem de falar com ele.

Era até engraçado. Percy puxou Chris para a frente e deu um empurrão no garoto até que ele estivesse em sua frente, o rosto corado de vergonha.

— Clarisse, quero te apresentar Chris Rodriguez.

— A gente já se viu por aí.

— Isso é ótimo, não? — Percy piscou para ela e guiou Nico pelo braço tão rapidamente para longe que quando viu, ela e Chris estavam sozinhos. E já que eles estavam ali… por que não? Ela sorriu para Chris, pensando que no fundo Percy Jackson não era tão ruim assim.

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E então, o que acharam? Sei que as ultimas cenas deviam ser curtas, mas eu não consigo me controlar. Também não queria fazer flashbacks, entretanto eles são tão interessantes que vou fazer mais alguns. Eles vão ficar meio bagunçados, nada que atrapalhe na compreensão da história, mas com toda certeza vou ter que revisar a ordem deles dentro dos capítulos.

Espero que tenha sido uma boa leitura. Sugestões e comentários construtivos são sempre bem-vindos!

Ah, esqueci de avisar, espero que cenas +18 não estejam muito estranhas e que talvez a contagem de palavras passe as 50 mil palavras, vou tentar me controlar, mas vocês me conhecem. Me desejem sorte.

Também fica defino o cronograma de postagem. Uma vez por semana nas quartas-feiras.

Obrigada por ler!

Can’t you see the way his face lights up when he sees you?

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

Hi, how's everyone? I was happy to see the votes in the poll^^ it's a good way for us to communicate. One person voted for no more +18 scenes! Does that mean you like my plots and characters? (Because you know I only write AU) I feel honored, really, from the bottom of my heart. So I'll always try to say when I have these kinds of scenes.

Without further ado, thank you for following me along this story!

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

Nico didn't know what was happening to him. Or better yet, he did knew. The question was why.

"Baby." Percy said against his ear, digging his fingers into his hair for a brief moment that almost made him come. But too soon, Percy's hands traveled to his shoulders and down to his waist, stopping both their movements. "They will hear us.’’

Nico closed his mouth and tried to stifle the next moan, but he couldn't stop himself, rocking on Percy's lap and bending over him, and that’s what he didn't understand. Nico had never had sex with anyone like this before and suddenly, it was all he could think about. How could this be happening to him? The worst thing was that Percy was being a perfect gentleman. Or that was the case until Nico woke up the next morning. He'd gone to the bathroom and when he came back, Percy was still there, all stretched out on the bed, with nothing covering him... when had Percy gotten so tall or gotten those muscles? And those arms? Nico couldn't help himself, he went back to bed and... well, Nico would like to say that he had just watched Percy sleep.

Even though he felt sensitive from the night before and  had a headache from his hangover, Nico crawled across the bed and sat on Percy's waist, trying to be careful. This was so wrong, the talk of consent coming back with a vengeance. But maybe if he woke him up in an interesting way, Percy wouldn't be so angry with him. So, Nico did what he'd wanted to do for a long time, he put his hands on Percy's abdomen and slid them up, fingering the muscles and coming back down, feeling the hairs stand up against his fingers What would he have to do to get Percy to wake up? Maybe if he... Nico bent over Percy and reached up to sun-tanned face, feeling the beard that was beginning to grow, seeing a smile on Percy's wide lips.

"Per?" When Percy still refused to open his eyes, Nico continued his exploration. He massaged the broad chest and rubbed the erect nipples with his fingertips, watching them get hard.

It looked like he would have to do everything himself in the end, which was fine, it just gave him the courage to carry on. 

With gentle motions, Nico slid his ass down and found a bulge that hadn't been there five minutes ago. Should he? Nico knew it would hurt a bit, but he didn't want to look for the lube. It couldn't hurt that much, right? 

Testing the waters, Nico once again sat on Percy's lap, brought his hand behind him and found Percy's cock fully erect. Maybe he was a masochist, was the only explanation for the groan he let out when he forced himself against the resistance and the head passed through the tight entrance, sliding in much more easily than he had expected. Gods! The tip was so wet that he ended up finding the bottom faster than he expected. Nico thought he had screamed, he thought he had squeezed Percy's member inside him with all the strength he had. How could that translate into pleasure for his nerves, how?!

"You're going to hurt yourself." He heard Percy say in the background and felt hands squeeze his legs tightly. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than the member stretching him and the tremors of pleasure and pain that hit his senses. But... but everything would be all right, because a few moments later Nico felt warm hands caressing his back, the member pulling out of him and then wet fingers were massaging inside him for Percy's member to slide in him again, deep and delicious, reaching that place that until last night Nico hadn't known existed.

"What is it, hm? Why is my baby crying? Where does it hurt?’’

He denied it, shook his head, and let himself loosen. He put his arms around Percy's neck and relaxed, which made everything feel better. But Percy was still motionless there, breathing fast against his neck and holding him tightly around the waist. 

"Per... I need it.’’

"Doesn't it hurt? From last night?’’

Nico denied it once again, settling himself better on Percy's lap, making the member inside him hit the best spots with just that accidental movement.

"Please... I want you... I want you to... ah!’’

"Like that?" Percy asked and demonstrated again. He lifted Nico up by the waist and brought him down once more, meeting him halfway with a sharp thrust.

"They will hear us.’’

"Percy!’’

He thought he was really screaming now. It hurt! It hurt so much, and yet, he couldn't stop, feeling each of his muscles fall apart every time Percy's hips met his.

"You have to take responsibility for your actions, baby." Percy whispered in his ear. That was too much for him.

Whimpering and not knowing what his body wanted, Nico pushed Percy by the shoulder and crawled out of Percy's lap, moaning and sobbing, his legs failing him halfway, causing him to fall face-first into the pillows. Nico didn't understand what was happening to himself, he just... just... was going to explode at any moment if the world didn't make sense again. How could pain be so mixed with pleasure like that to make him delirious? Because the look on Percy's face could only be an illusion his mind was creating. It felt like... like he was the prey and Percy the predator.

"Where are you going?’’

"I... I don't know!’’

"Baby.’’

A shiver ran up his spine and made his legs shake. There was something in Percy's voice that made him freeze where he had fallen. What was happening to them? He couldn't look at Percy, he was afraid to see what he would find there, and he wanted to run away, but... but Nico didn't want to move and maybe find out what was scaring him so much. Either way, he was moving just the same, crawling across the huge bed towards... he didn't know, anywhere was fine. So why did he stop at the edge of the bed, still trembling and... and feeling an anticipation that he didn't know where it came from? The door was right in front of him, either the bathroom or the exit. If he felt so trapped, why wasn't he heading towards them?

Nico moaned in surprise when Percy's hand touched the middle of his back and gently slid up and down in one of the most comforting gestures Nico had ever experienced.

"Do you want to play?" Percy then asked, still not moving closer. "Or do you want to sleep some more? It's still early.’’

"I..  "Nico curled in on himself and hid his face in the pillow.

He didn't understand what was happening to him. Nothing made sense. He didn't want to be feeling these things and he didn't want to be that kind of person. Like, a few days ago he was fine with what was going on. So what was the problem?

"You can tell me.’’

"I want to cum." Nico admitted, his face buried against the pillow.

"Then look at me. Yes?’’

Nico denied it, curling up even more.

The bed around him rocked and then Percy was beside him, warm hands were on his spine along with lips that slid down the length of his back until they reached the curve of his buttocks, nibbling on them.

"Are you ready to talk?" Percy murmured against his skin.

When Nico denied him once again, Percy's lips moved down a little further and found his entrance, kissing the area gently. "Don't ever do that again. I don't want to see you hurt.’’

Nico had no other reaction than to shudder and moan against the pillows, feeling himself melt as Percy's tongue caressed a deeper place.

"Do you want me to touch your cock?’’

Nico denied it. All he did was deny it. What was going on!

"Do you want me to stop?’’

So, he denied it once again, surprising himself.

"Baby." Percy said in the most affable voice he'd ever heard and it made him feel strangely... happy, satisfied even.

"I want you... inside me.’’

"Really?" Now Percy sounded almost condescending, even ironic. Which made sense. They were doing exactly that until Nico had a panic attack.

"Tell me if it's too much.’’

All Nico could do was gasp, breathless from the sudden movement. The mattress sank slightly behind him and Percy tucked himself over his back. Hands encircled his waist, pulling him closer and fingers dug into his hair, strangely forcing him to inhale deeply. The funny thing was that Percy didn't even use much force, his head spinning, trying to come up with explanations for why this moment seemed so different from the others. What made him feel so distressed and so excited at the same time? At the moment, it didn't matter. Nico felt the head of Percy's member against his entrance once again and then everything in his vision blurred, his head clearing of any thoughts for a few moments. It was hard to describe. Nico didn't know if it was Percy's grip getting tighter and tighter on his skin, if it was Percy gasping against his ear or if even it was the decisive and forceful way Percy fucked him, slowly but with purpose with each short, well-placed thrust.

Maybe he just wanted Percy to keep him under control and tell him what to do next. Would he be forced to talk about it too? Before that could happen, Nico would rather run away and never come back. Or he would have, if Nico hadn't felt Percy's hands holding him against his broad chest, preventing him from moving too much.

"Everything's fine. With me, okay?" Percy held him between his arms and slowed down his movements, but it was too late. Something in the way Percy held him finally made Nico let go. Nico allowed Percy to continue holding him and shuddered for the next few minutes, relaxing against Percy's chest, feeling Percy go with him. 

"All right?" Percy said after a few moments when neither of them did anything to move.

"I'm not sure." That was the most sincere thing that had come out of his lips since he woke up.

***

"I'm not sure. "Nico said, still sunk against Percy's chest, finally feeling safe and at peace.

He felt so strange that Nico would never have the words to express it. What had changed in five minutes that made him feel so good now?

"Everything is fine. You were great." Percy still had one hand in his hair and the other on his waist, which was now massaging his belly and lower abdomen, gently rocking him.

"What's going on? I didn't... I didn't want to run.”

"I know you didn't’.’

"I just..’’

"It's okay if you let yourself feel it.’’

"Let me feel what?’’

"I've learned that sometimes our minds go to strange places. As if our body wanted one thing and our minds, another. So it's okay to feel, whatever it is.’’

"Since when do you know so much about feelings?’’

"I...looked for help.’’

"Psychological?’’

Percy nodded against his back and Nico had to turn around to see for himself, but Percy wasn't facing him; he was looking out of the window.

"When you left, I realized that it was bad to suffer so much for someone, that made me want to kill myself.’’

"Percy! I never wanted this to happen! Why didn't you tell me?’’

"You're not responsible for my actions, and I'm not responsible for yours. Or at least, that wasn't the case back then.’’ 

Then Percy gave a mischievous little smile and Nico rolled his eyes. Looks like they had a lot to talk about. 

"The point is that I couldn't ask you to come back and it wasn't fair to let depression sink me down. I did what Sally asked." Percy shrugged. "I went to the doctor. And even with help, I still missed you. I had no choice but to see you having fun and growing up without me.

"I... it wasn’t forever." Nico muttered, feeling like a monster. "It was supposed to be a few months, then a year. I didn't have the courage to face you again.’’

"What made you change your mind?’’

"A photo. Annabeth and you, sitting on your bed.’’

Nico watched as, in slow motion, the look of sadness turned to amusement and happiness, Percy hugging him tighter.

"Oh, if she only knew.’’

"Knew what?’’

"Annabeth did it on purpose, thinking she was going to hurt you. I think she did it, didn't she?’’

"Percy!" Now Percy was laughing for real, throwing himself backwards onto the bed and taking him with him, trapping him in a bear grip.

"Let me go!’’

"No, it's serious now. Do you want to talk about what happened?’’

"I don't think so.’’

"Aren't you even going to give me a clue? A pointer? Nothing at all?’’

Nico could even imagine the nightmare. If Percy knew what Nico really wanted... it would be the end of him.

"All right. I got it.’’

Percy stretched and put Nico against the pillows. Before getting up, he kissed Nico and smiled at him, turning around in bed. He opened a drawer on his side of the bed and took out a diary with a blue cover, similar to the one he had given Nico.

"I think I'll write after I've had a bath. It's relaxing, don't you think?" Percy put the diary on his side of the bed and kissed Nico once more, going to the bathroom inside the suite and closing the door.

Nico heard the sound of water falling on the floor and felt like the dumbest person in the world. His own diary was right next to him on the dresser and the last thing he wanted to do was write about his feelings. He felt forced and manipulated into doing something he didn't want to, but, after all, it was only fair; Percy had told him something deep and personal, which left him in the position of telling something just as personal. In the end, wasn't that what he wanted? For Percy to... tell him what to do? Nico just didn't think it would spill over into life outside of sex. But if Percy wanted to know, he'd make Percy regret it.

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So, how was it? The update came faster, didn't it? It's easier when the chapters are shorter. I hope you enjoyed it. Did Nico overdo it? I don't know. But I think he's a bit touch starved, you know? When you miss someone so much that being close to them overwhelms you. I think the same goes for Percy.

Any way, It was fun. I hope you are enjoying. I would like to know what you think about it. See you all next week!

No thoughts, just baby hippos

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

Hello, how you doing? Looks like I had some time in the the end. I hope you like it. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter.

Good reading!

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

"Beautiful.’’

Nico ignored Percy who was lying on the bed and finished drying his hair with the towel, combing it back. He put on his t-shirt, pulled it down and buttoned his pants, pulled the zipper up and looked at himself in the mirror.

If it were up to him, he would’ve stayed in the kitchen, where he belonged, and finished helping with the preparations for the party later. Unfortunately, right after the wedding proposal, Sally had kicked him out of the kitchen, pushing him away from the stove while Percy had picked him up and carried him up the stairs until they reached Percy's bedroom. And with no choice, still full of flour in his clothes, Nico went into the bathroom without complaining, taking a long bath in the tub and then looking for clothes that still fit him. Apparently, Percy hadn't thrown away the things he’d left behind, like his favorite black jeans or his t-shirts with jokes and superheroes printed on them, or even his leather jacket, which his mother used to wear before the cancer prevented her from getting out of bed.

He admitted that the shirts that were previously baggy and reached his thighs now fit perfectly well, although a little tighter than he would like, contouring his not-so-masculine curves; apart from his broad shoulders and height, the rest was very... very thin in some parts and slender in others, impossible not to notice in those tight clothes. Nico didn't even like to think about it. Maybe that was why Percy loved so much holding his waist.

‘’Since when did you have those muscles, hm?’’ Percy asked again with good humor.

Muscles? He didn't see many. And of course, Percy could be able to fool him if it was a few years ago. Now? Nico could hear the pure jealousy behind the laughter.

"I don't know. I had free time in Italy.”

In fact, life in Verona was much easier and more uncomplicated than this first week back here. It’s like, when Percy was involved, trouble and strong emotions were guaranteed. He didn't even know why he was still complaining, things had always been like that.

‘’Don't make that face. Today is the day to celebrate. Or at least that's according to Sally.’’

"Sure.” Nico rolled his eyes and finally put on his jacket, slipping his feet inside his high-top sneakers that had also been left in Percy's wardrobe. Now, Nico was back in the past and with the complete look. He almost felt nostalgic; If it weren't for the anxiety and constant self-doubt, Nico would miss those times. "Let's go.’’

"Hold on. I bought you something.’’

‘’Another gift? What will it be now? A car?’’

‘’Do you need another one?’’ But Percy was smiling. Nico watched him get up and walk around the bed, opening the dresser drawer next to the bed. ‘’It's nothing expensive.’’

"What is that?’’ This time, the object in Percy's hands aroused his curiosity. He could see what it was, the thing was that Percy had never given him anything like this, which made him come closer and take the diary from Percy's hands, opening the hardf, black leather cover, finding simple, straight lined pages, noting a dedication on the inside of the cover, thar said: “To make sure your thoughts and ideas never get lost”. “Per?’’

“I thought about what you said… about not being able to express yourself.’’

"Express myself?’’

"In bed.’’ Percy said and then held his hands over the diary, making Nico face him. “I know how…how scary things can be from time to time. I want this diary to be a way for us to talk without needing all that… drama.”

Percy used the word “drama”, but for Nico it was more… “humiliation”.

“Are you going to write too?’’

"Yeah.”

"And you'll... read everything? Everything I write?”

"Only if you want.”

Nico stopped for a moment and looked at Percy, his fiancé, the love of his life, the person who always accepted him unconditionally. Percy seemed so calm and confident, so sincere… no one before had ever tried so hard to understand him.

“It doesn't have to be about that.’’ Percy said again. “You can write about anything. Or something you want me to know about.”

"Anything? Really?”

"What's wrong?” Then, Percy smiled again, carefree. “What do you still have to hide from me?”

That was the moment where the mortification took him by surprise. Nico looked away and stared at the diary they both still held, the rings shining on their fingers. If only Percy knew… Nico didn't know if it was the best or the worst idea Percy had ever had.

“Look, you don't need to force yourself. Let's leave the diary by the bed and if you feel like it, it will be here. Is that all right?’’

Percy smiled at him once again, took the diary from his hands and placed it on top of the dresser, less than a foot away from them. But that was the problem, Nico already felt the urge to flip through that notebook and write whatever came to mind, like a free writing exercise, only more stranger and embarrassing. He felt like writing and letting it all come out, like he hadn't done in years.

"No, I want it! Gimme.” And like a little kid, Nico reached out and took the diary, hugging it to his chest, feeling satisfied as he once again held that black leather notebook.

“I'm glad you liked it.’’ And acting like the daddy they both refused to admit, even though they were both the same age, Percy hugged him tightly and kissed his hair, saying: “Good boy.”

And, Of course, this had the expected effect. Nico hid his face in Percy's shoulder and groaned once again, mortified, berating himself for feeling so good and so happy with those words. Or with the care that Percy continued to show him day after day.

***

Before they left for the party, Nico put the diary away with the now empty ring box in his backpack and held Percy's hand, making Percy's chest warm with Nico's absent-minded gesture. It wasn't the most romantic or affectionate gesture he had ever seen, but Nico did everything with so much care that Percy was sure he had made the right choice by waiting until that moment. He knew that these attitudes, as much as his or Nico's, came from a painful place; of loss and abandonment, things that they both felt firsthand and wanted to avoid at all costs. That's why every moment that served to bring them closer together would be a reason to celebrate. Percy still couldn't believe that he had finally proposed to Nico. They were going to get married! There was a time when Percy thought he would never see Nico again, and even less that they would be so happy and content together, even if the little boy hid it behind an angry pout and the usual bad mood and insecurity. And who was he to judge how other people behaved when he was the worst of them? All Percy knew was that he had a plan, and he would do everything he could to make it reality. That’s why he smiled at Nico, took back the hand offered to him and the next thing he knew, one of his mother's helpers was guiding him to the outside of the house where tables were set up in the garden and people were already walking around the improvised dance floor next to a buffet table divided into three rows organized by sweet, cold and hot dishes, and there wasn't even all the food he had seen in the kitchen earlier.

“You guys went overboard this time.”

"It’s nothing out of the ordinary." Nico shrugged.

"Clearly. I wanted to--”

“Nico! I finally found you!”

Percy sighed and gave up, nnow that they were in the middle of all those people, it would be impossible to keep Nico's attention to himself. As if in slow motion, he saw Clarisse approach them in hurried steps and grab Nico in a bear hug, pulling him away from him.

"How long were you going to ignore me?’’

"I wasn't ignoring you!" Nico shouted back, but hugged Clarisse as tightly as she had done, closing his eyes with pleasure.

"Why didn't you tell me you were back? And when did that happen?’’

“It’s been… five days ago? Six?”

“I bet it's his fault.”

“Clare!”

 "Don't give me that. I want to know everything!”

"So you can tell Annabeth later? No, thank you very much.”

"That's not true. I did it once and now--”

It seemed there was no way around it. Percy left Nico with Clarisse, watching the people approach the noisy pair, and went back into the house, finding his mother now in a long black dress and high heels, although she was still pacing the kitchen, giving orders and checking the still-working ovens.

"Mother.”

“Oh, Percy, darling.” His mother came up to him in quick steps and squeezed his cheeks, then kissed them. "You could have told me before. I didn't have time to prepare anything.”

“I didn't have time either.”

That was the moment Percy hugged his mother and let himself relax.

“What is it, darling?”

“I don't think Nico wants to be with me.”

“Percy, that doesn't make any sense. Why would you think that?”  Then his mother touched his face again and looked at him affectionately.

“He changed. We seem to fight every step of the way, and now he has so many friends and things to do…”

“Percy.” Now his mother looked disappointed. “We talked about that. You need help?”

“No.” He denied, walking away. Percy didn't want to go back to endless hours at the psychiatrist or taking medication.

“Honey, Nico is growing up and you should too.”

"I know, I know. It's just... he's telling me so many things... I didn't know he felt that way.”

"That is great. That means he trusts you, right?”

Deep down, Percy knew this. He just wanted someone to tell him everything would be okay. But it wasn't what his mother was doing. As always, she told him what he needed to hear and not what he wanted to hear.

"What should I do?”

“Nothing you don't want to.”

“What if he only marries me out of pressure?”

“Percy!” Sally grabbed his shoulders and laughed in his face. “My little boy is growing up so fast. I remember how you ran away from any responsibility and now here we are, you worrying about someone else's well-being?”

“Mom! I'm serious!”

“Look, from my point of view, I've never seen Nico so happy or calm. He doesn't seem to be forcing himself into anything.”

“He said he didn't want to date me and I insisted! What if he told the truth?”

“Honey, none of this is your responsibility. He accepted of his own free will. Even if you want to protect him, it's Nico's decision. Whether he accepts it or not, even if in the future he decides to leave once again, it won't be your fault.”

"So whose is it?”

"It's nobody's fault. These are things that happen and we have to accept them. And being honest? It's about time, right? If you had talked to Nico, none of this would have happened.”

“You... you ruined the surprise. I should have talked to him alone.”

“Exactly, darling. Don't you see? The less you say, the more Nico will pull away from you.”

"Do you really think so?”

"Believe me. I know all about failed relationships. Don't create distance between you, okay?”

"I would never do that.”

"No? If you don't say what you feel, Nico might think you don't care.”

"I--”

“Have you talked to him in the last few days?”

"Yes, but--”

“How did he react?”

Percy wanted to roll his eyes. His mother was right, as always. Nico had been sincere back when he opened up. The worst thing was thinking that Nico had kept everything inside his chest, thinking that Percy wouldn't accept him or that Percy didn't care. At least the time he'd wasted at the psychiatrist had been useful for something.

"You are right.” Percy admitted, looking around at the people who continued walking back and forth. “I didn't want to admit defeat.”

"Darling.”

“I made Nico leave before and I don't want to be the one to blame again. Is it so bad to be careful to not destroy things again?”

"Of course not. I understand.”

“Do you really understand?” Percy then turned to face his mother again. “If you understand, can you stay out of this?”

“Fine, I won't interfere. But you should pay attention to who your friends are.”

"What does that mean?”

“That blonde friend of yours is at the party. I thought you guys didn't talk anymore?”

"Who? Annabeth?”

"She herself.”

“I didn't invite her.”

So, who invited her?” Sally and Percy stared at each other for long moments, not understanding what was happening, until Percy snapped and turned his back on his mother, going back outside. In the garden, he finds a scene he thought he would never see, Annabeth with her long golden hair, shining in the sun, looking furious and Nico, with torn pants and a black t-shirt, staring at her as if she were an earthworm about to be trampled over.

***

"What's going on here?”

The next thing Percy knew, he was standing in the middle of the crowd, seeing Annabeth and Nico staring back at him.

As if by magic, the atmosphere changed. Nico came to his side and held onto his hand, lowering his head and placing it on Percy’s shoulder like the most obedient and well-behaved little boy, while Annabeth stood there, head held high, looking even more furious with the display of affection.

“It’s nothing, Per. We were talking about old times. Isn't it, Anne?” Nico smiled, hugging him around the waist and suddenly there was silence, even the waiters and kitchen assistants were silent.

“Are you drunk, by any chance?”

"Me? Never!” He looked at Nico and Nico made a cute pout. "I would never do that.”

To prove his theory, Percy leaned over Nico and kissed him right there. This time, Nico didn't seem embarrassed at all. The little boy grabbed him tightly by the back of the neck and let himself be kissed, opening his mouth in the most shameless display of affection.

“My baby is jealous, hm?”

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

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

“But, Percy! You promised!”

"I didn’t promise anything.”

“Your lying--”

“I won't repeat it.”

With that, he took Nico by the hand and led him into the house, leaving behind a curious crowd and a blonde foaming with anger.

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So, I'm enjoying their progress. This time I thought it was more interesting to give Percy this insecurity and Nico a bit more of impulsiveness. I imagine that this way the characters seem more real and interesting. I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am. See you next time!

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