Soft Jercy Headcanons
(that nobody asked for. i woke up at some ungodly hour this morning, had a flash thought about jercy being soft and then promptly fell right back to sleep)
masterlist; tattoo
×Jason enjoys sitting in trees and feeling the air on his face. Percy.... not so much. But they're both stubborn and refuse to be separate from each other so Percy will sit at the base of the tree, singing softly, and Jason will sit in the high branches, drawing his boyfriend, or the fruit hanging right next to his head.
×Speaking of drawing, Jason's sketchbook is filled with pictures of Percy or things that remind him of the son of Poseidon. Oceans, emeralds, swords, and stars, and the moon, his smirk, his hands, the beaded necklace around that beautiful throat. His sketchbook is a patchwork of the intricate parts of Percy Jackson.
×They have picnics on the beach as often as possible. And Jason uses the time to shamelessly admire shirtless Percy as he surfs, water glistening off his brown skin and glowing in the sunset light.
×They have matching tattoos, gotten on impulse, as most of their decisions are made. It's a small hand with a string tied around the pinkie, joining them. Percy's is on the inside of his right shoulder. Jason's is on the curve of his hip. Their favourite places to kiss.
×Jason likes to paint on Percy's skin. It is so smooth and all the colours stand out like radiance. He has created tapestries of life across that gorgeous skin. There's a whole Instagram dedicated to those artworks.
×Percy likes to watch Jason practice combat. The blonde is so stern and meticulous about his movements, like every step has been planned, every outcome documented. That furrow between his blonde brows makes Percy's heart skip a beat. The Son of Jupiter was made to weild a sword, was made to face enemies with nothing but his compsure and his seriousness.
×When that concentration breaks, so very rarely it may be, it is like the light of a thousand suns breaks across his roman features. That furrow is beautiful because when it disappears a new person is born and reborn.
×Everybody knows Percy loves to have hands running through his hair. It makes him purr like a cat and has him falling asleep in about 3 seconds flat. But hardly anyone knows that Jason loves fingers tangling in his hair. It reminds him of being a cub in Lupa's pack. He doesn't like just anyone touching him though. But Percy, with his long supple fingers, always a little cold, knows how to tug and massage just right. Jason half growls, half moans about 30 seconds in.
×They love to cuddle. Like adore it. They can spend hours in each other's arms. Percy is usually flopped on top of Jason, black curls tucked under his boyfriend's chin, one hand running up and down Jason's ribs, the other next to his face. Jason usually has a hand in Percy's hair, gripping the curls lightly, and another slung over Percy's back.
×They like to shower together. To lean on each other as the water beats against their skin. After Percy's fear of drowning become almost unbearable he couldn't work up the courage to get into a bath. And Jason cannot stand being inside still water. It feels like the dirt of the day is clinging to him. But the showering.....oh gods it's one of the highlights of their day. It's their time to relax.
×They hate being separated for quests. Neither of them are happy to see the other go. Percy gets frantic with worry. He spends all of his time in sparring room. He is volatile. Jason has a temper. His usual control over himself disappears like mist, and he will snap and growl at anyone who so much as looks at him wrong.
×When one of them comes back they slam into each other and disappear into one of their empty cabins and they don't come out for at least 24 hours. Nobody dares go anywhere near cabin 1 or 3. They don't know what they'll find..... or hear.
×They don't actually do anything. They just need to hold each other. Need to hear their heartbeats and feel their ribs expanding and know that they're alive, that they're together. It is too much to not know if they're okay. It kills them a little each time. It breaks them.
×Jason loves to hear Percy sing. He doesn't know if it's because, as the Son of Poseidon he has some siren blood, or if he's just absurdly talented but he sounds like an angel, like music itself. And when he adds piano to the mix, Jason swears he'll die in the bliss of it all. He can spend hours listening to Percy. It slows his heart rate. Puts him in a trance. He is nothing but beautiful sounds and adoration.
