#ethercy

*laughs startled* Much excitement, okay. xDDD Thanks for playing!

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

For some reason, I have this hard headcanon that their daughter’s name is Sakura (it seems very random to me, for most my OC names have some specific kind of meaning that resonates with why they were chosen. This one just... decided to be it and stick around). Sakura is a legacy of Poseidon, unlike her older brother Balance (of Lance, for short) who is a legacy of Nemesis. They’re living far off with their children, safe from the gods’ judgement and wrath. ^^

Who said “I love you” first: Percy, flustered and also frustrated.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Ethan and he likes to secretly stare at it fondly.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Percy. Dorky and cute notes, or drawings that’d leave Ethan with horns or something when looking at the mirror.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Oh, Ethan does that.

Who initiated the first kiss: Percy does. Gentle kiss that leaves Ethan startled.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Percy, because he wants attention and cuddles.

Who starts tickle fights: Peeercyyy, because deep down he is still a five-year-old. Ethan indulges him.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Percy prefers baths, so Ethan can’t really ask him to join the shower, but Percy never passes an opportunity when Ethan takes a shower.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Percy, because he is cute and thoughtful. Sometimes also cookies, because Ethan can use that.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Ethan, actually. He wants it perfect for Percy Jackson.

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Neither. Unless Annabeth is visiting.

Percy had been sent on hundreds of missions by his superiors, he didn't always liked it, but he always did what he was asked to. Then why did he find himself unable to do it this time ? Why couldn't he bring himself to kill who was certainly no different than any of his other enemies ? He didn't have an answer, but he didn't regret his choice to disobey his orders. Because he found in Ethan the best friend he'd ever thought he'd ever have.

Ethan had been raised and trained to kill, especially people sent to kill him. Then why had he been incapable of pulling the trigger at this S.H.I.E.L.D agent ? It didn't matter anymore, he was just glad he hadn't. Because thank to Percy, he was now free from the constant torture and control HYDRA had on him. Now, he could dedicate is life to weep the red off his jacket.

The two lonely men saved each other when they met. They found a friend, a confident and a unwavering support in the other. And yet, there still is one thing that they never dared to confess to the other. Why did it matter anyway ? There was no way he could feel the same.

Ethan : ...

29. Slowly, words dripping from your tongue like honey

In Elysium, there is no time. Life after death is eternal,there is no expiration date. For the first time since finding out about hisparentage, there is no prophecy, no quest, not even mortality itself loomingover Percy’s head, reminding him that he only has so long.

Without time slipping away like sand between his fingers, Percyfinds he doesn’t mind to take things slow. Tender friendship after the sparkfrom recognising a familiar soul, and a romance even more fragile. A singlekiss, lasting and gentle, lingering as if nothing else matters in the world andit doesn’t.

For you, always. ♥

“This is stupid.” Ethan grumbles and squints his good eye at Percy who still is adding food colouring to their cookie dough. It already is as blue as it can get, at least in Ethan’s opinion, and while over the past three months he slowly got used to some of Percy’s quirks, this one still irks him a little.

“You just need a little holiday cheer.” Percy eventually quips in reply, wiping over his cheek to get off some flour but only ending up leaving a streak of blue on his skin instead. Ethan has to roll his eyes in an attempt not to smile and give himself away. Percy may be a handful around this time of year, but if Ethan was actually bothered, he would have fled by now.

“As much as I hate to disappoint the great Percy Jackson.” Ethan murmurs dryly and grabs a paper towel to wipe the colour of Percy’s face before he continues. “The last time I celebrated Christmas was at camp, years ago, and I don’t think I can get into that mood again.”

Now it’s Percy’s turn to roll his eyes, even though he does so with a smile and while turning his head a little more to the side to make the cleaning easier on Ethan. He looks like a puppy, and Ethan is almost sure Percy is doing it on purpose.

“That’s because you’re not trying very hard. You’re hardly even helping me with the cookies. Come on Ethan, you promised.” Percy nudges Ethan lightly against his shoulder and from the look of it, Percy was trying to make his complaint come out somewhat sad, but even the mock pout he is sporting is entirely unconvincing to Ethan. He crosses his arms over his chest and levels Percy with a bored gaze and a raised eyebrow.

“Might be because your dough looks like it’s been made of slaughtered smurfs.” Ethan tries to grumble, but the absolute exaggerated hurt look on Percy’s face makes him shake his head with a smile after all. He sighs, rolls his eyes again just for emphasis before he meets Percy’s again. “Fine. Tell me what to do.”

Percy lights up like the obnoxiously blue Christmas tree in his mother’s living room and hands Ethan a rolling pin.

“I’ll get the cutters, you try to roll this, okay?” Without giving Ethan a chance to answer, Percy runs off back out of the kitchen to wherever his mother must be storing her baking supplies. Resigning himself to his faith and questioning again why exactly he agreed to spending the first holidays after the Titan War with Percy of all people, Ethan sets to work. Of course, after just barely being saved from falling to his death, and being able to see how Percy actually made the gods stick to their promise, Ethan felt like he owed the guy at least a chance to make him stick around. Three months ago, Ethan doubted Percy would ever manage to get Ethan to do exactly that, but now he was here: stuck for the rest of December in a small inner city apartment with an overexcited Percy and his strangely welcoming mother and step-father.

Ethan just starts to get the hang of how to avoid the dough getting stuck everywhere when Percy bounces back around the corner and drops a small radio next to Ethan on the counter. When Ethan gives him a questioning look, Percy wiggles his eyebrows in reply.

“Here is the Christmas cheer.” Percy announces and gives Ethan a look like he’s supposed to know what comes next and he already has a sneaking suspicion. Just like he feared, as soon as Percy plugs in the little stereo, one of the obnoxious Christmas carols Ethan has never liked starts playing.