Ya girl is back with some head canons because the last one went pretty well so let’s try this out.
Sunday mornings/sundays with the OTP.
•spending all morning in bed doing absolutely nothing besides watching bad TV and marveling at each other
•lazy morning sex
•sunday pancakes with one half of the OTP cooking and the other half commenting on the others ass as they cook.
•"yeah babe you show that pancake it’s your bitch"
“I can’t with you.”
•lazy days in pjs sprawled out on the couch watching movies
•"I’m too tired to moovveee"
“I’m not carrying you.”
“WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?”
•staying in bed all day, refusing to leave for anything but food and the bathroom.
•being grossly in love and happy with each other’s company.
•person A) “You look so amazing, I can’t be anymore in love with you it’s impossible”
Person B: *just woke up, hairs a disaster, has syrup on their face, drinking coffee angrily* “Are you blind?”
“Blinded by love”
“You’re too dramatic for your own good… but I guess I love you too”
•kisses all the time, seriously, just lots of sloppy kissing on the couch, in bed, making lunch just these assholes are in LOVEEE ok.
•along with sex, there’s a healthy dose of just talking, enjoying each other’s company, doing stuff as normal as cleaning the house becomes some dramatic declaration of love.
I absolutely love the fact that while Annabeth is super shocked when Percy knows things, because he almost always looks to her for information, she also knows that Percy is smart and shows him how much she appreciates him when he comes up with information she didn’t.
Okay so I’m slowly falling in love with the idea of Percy being a son of Aphrodite because that au would be so neat like-
Percy still having his troublemaker smile and messy windswept hair and sea green eyes but there’s a certain almost uncomfortable beauty to him, inspiring a slight, undefinable uneasiness in most others because his eyes are almost too green and too deep and his crooked troublemaker smile dimples his left cheek in the most radiant way and even his messy windswept hair looks like it was supposed to be tousled in that way and all of his imperfections some how make him more appealing.
And because people don’t really understand where this uneasiness comes from so it just furthermore gets Percy labeled as a troublemaker at first glance.
Grover finding Percy at Yancy Academy because his smell is so potent that he knows that Percy must be powerful.
When Nancy Bobofit dumps her food onto Grover’s lap, Percy snaps for her to go jump in the fountain and to his surprise she actually does it and he’s never been so confused in his life.
(This of course starts the chain reaction that ends with him passing out on the deck of the Big House with the golden haired girl saying that he must be the one)
Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Apollo, gives him the tour around camp.
After Capture the Flag when Percy gets claimed there’s such a sense of disappointment from everyone - the kid who killed the minotaur with its own horn was a son of Aphrodite? Seriously?
But the disappointment is quickly replaced with shock when Percy disarms Luke at sword practice without even lifting his sword. He just told Luke to drop his sword, and without a second thought, Luke did.
Silena is the one who tells Percy about charmspeak.
He still becomes a master swordsman and is still one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful demigods of the series.
His charmspeak goes from being something that happened either on accident or in dire situations to being more potent then you could imagine. It freaks out a lot of people because he could tell you to do anything, and you would comply without a second glance.
He can actually feel love, whether it be romantic, platonic or otherwise. He’ll sense it between partners and families and friends, and he tries to describe it and how each love is distinct and different but no one quite understands - everyone except for Aphrodite that is.
One of his powers that he discovers later on in the series is the ability to manipulate love and everything that goes with it. It goes far beyond the trivial, relationship-ending things his siblings do. The love that he can feel and sense between people - he can ruin it, he can make it so it was if it was never there. He can turn that passion into burning hatred. He can turn want into obsessive desire. And that’s when he understands what Aphrodite says when she says that love can bring the gods to their knees.
He’s still the child of the prophecy. Aphrodite considers herself the oldest god, being created out of Ouranos. When he was defeated his immortal essence created the sea foam from which Aphrodite was born.
But now onto the cute headcanons of Aphrodite!Percy
Being absolute dorks with his siblings.
Playing princess dress up with Lacy and letting her do his makeup
Getting teased mercilessly by Silena for his totally obvious crush on Annabeth.
Using his charmspeak to tease and flirt with Annabeth.
Annabeth and him being jokingly known as the ‘flower’ couple of the camp because she’s sunshine and he’s love even though they’re both scary af.
Percy speaking fluent french
Percy speaking fluent french to Annabeth
Percy knowing that he’s attractive and being overly dramatic with hair flips and posing.
Percy using his aphrodite-esque powers and looks to become suddenly extremely alluring to Annabeth - which she then blushes and punches him in the arm while he snickers.
Percy breaking the stigmas that go along with being a child of Aphrodite.
Can you imagine the look on Annabeth’s face when Percy challenged Briares, a Hundred-Handed One, in rock, paper, scissors and actually won because he used GUN????? Because I’m pretty sure this was the exact moment that Annabeth knew she was in love with Percy Jackson I AM DECEASED
Something comes over her at breakfast that morning. She sits beside Malcolm and listens absently as he explains his latest ideas for updated Camp defenses–chews on a piece of toast, taps her fingers against the table, makes vague sounds of agreement–but she feels inexplicably giddy today, for perhaps no other reason than being alive under a beautiful, sunny sky.
Plus, Percy’s got a terrible case of bedhead, and his shirt is on backwards and inside-out, and she can’t help but smiling as she watches him, three tables away, falling asleep in his cereal.
“Sounds good,” Annabeth says, bumping her shoulder into Malcolm’s as she gets to her feet. She tugs her baseball cap from her belt loop. “Show me the plans later.”
Malcolm sighs. “Because you only heard half of what I said. Don’t cause too much trouble?”
“You know me.”
“That’s the problem!”
She pulls her hat on and slips from visibility, makes her way towards Poseidon’s table, where Tyson is humming along to a song one of the Demeter kids is singing. Percy is too easy a target–his chin rests in his palm, his elbow at the edge of the table, and he’s already nodding off. She sneaks up behind him, safe and grinning beneath her hat, and pushes the at back of his head.
He face-plants in his cold bowl of cereal.
Campers around him erupt into laughter as Percy comes up gasping, milk dripping down his face and cereal clinging to his cheeks. He looks accusingly at his half-brother, who raises his hands in innocence, before taking a handful of scrambled eggs and smashing them into Tyson’s hair. The Demeter kid stops singing. Someone gasps. Malcolm–wise, exasperated Malcolm–groans.
A familiar voice at the Ares table yells, “Food fight!”
Annabeth is safe from the initial volley. Invisible, she ducks behind Tyson’s broad shoulders, misses a glob of jelly that flies right by her head. She’s content to watch the chaos–Will Solace wields bottles of honey, and Hazel flings waffles like discuses, and Piper is cackling as she shoots sausages from her cornucopia. Goblets topple over and stain the white tablecloths. French toast and bacon sizzle as they land on the central brazier. Campers duck beneath tables and slip around the pavilion and toss muffins at one another like dodgeballs.
She thinks Clarisse is the one that ends up landing the hit that gets her found. It’s a splatter of strawberry jam, and it lands right at her jaw. She reels back from the force of it, reaches back to catch herself, probably makes some sound of surprise.
And Percy, ever in tune with her, whips his head to the side.
She crab-walks backwards, hand after foot, as if that’s going to save her. A huff of breathless laughter escapes him. He stares at her, through her, the smear of jam across her jaw, the only thing of her that he can see. There’s a flash in his eyes before he’s throwing himself from the table. He lands on top of her in a mess of limbs, wrestles his way up her body, pins her to the ground.
She can’t help but laugh.
“You think you’re funny?” Percy asks, grinning. He reaches up and pulls her hat from her head, reveals her face in its strawberry-covered glory, kisses her forehead and nose and cheeks until she aches with happiness. “You did this!”
Annabeth wraps her arms around his neck and rubs her face against his, smears jam across his cheeks, his chin, his mouth. She kisses it, sweet and tart, from his lips. She thinks her heart is going to burst from happiness, from love. “Good morning.”