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PJatO || Lycercy || PJatO || Lycercy || Little Blue Riding Hood || Lycercy || PJatO || Lycercy || PJatO
Title: Little Blue Riding Hood – Writer's Month 2022
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan. Aside from the Gods, they belong to the old Greeks. This fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, crossdressing, werewolf, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, soulmates, hurt/comfort
Main Pairing: Lycaon/Percy
Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Lou Ellen Blackstone
Godly Character: Lycaon
Summary: Writer's Month Prompts: sugar + going inside the book/story. Percy accidentally gets hit by a spell together with Lycaon that sends them into a fairy tale, where he gets to know Lycaon as they're stuck in an endless loop of reliving the fairy tale.
Little Blue Riding Hood
Writer's Month 2022
Percy took his responsibility as a senior camper very seriously. Mostly because he didn't want for the young campers to see the same horrors he had at a too young age. When he'd been twelve, he thought it was unfair that they weren't let out on quests alone. But also because he had wanted to save his mother. Now that he was a legal adult, he found the idea of sending any kid out there to fight monsters absolutely mortifying. So he made sure, that the campers were well trained and that any trio sent out had one senior camper to supervise them and step in if things became too dangerous. That included him too. After graduation, Percy had started working at the camp. Because Dionysus was finally free from his sentence and he had fucked right off. Now, Percy worked with Chiron, training young demigods and teaching them.
Today was one of those days where he came to regret all of his life choices. Because he'd gone out with a young child of Ares and a daughter of Hecate. They'd been chasing Lycaon, because the werewolf had been seen a bit too close to camp. Only that the daughter of Hecate was a bit too overly eager, trying to hit Lycaon with a spell – and hitting both the werewolf and Percy...
/break\
Percy blinked and turned around once. He was wearing a cute blue cape with a hood and carrying a basket with bread and wine. All around him, a deep, high forest. Different than the forest around Camp Half-Blood. Needle trees, taller than Percy could see. Beautiful. Peaceful.
"Okay, little... blue riding hood, let's go and play through this," Percy whispered to himself.
He wasn't new to these things, after all. The spell the kid – Violet – had been working on, it was supposed to trap monsters in stories. All clues considered, Percy was Red Riding Hood. Since he didn't know how to break the spell himself, he hoped he may get out if he just played through the story. Maybe at the end of that laid some freedom.
"My, my, my. Isn't that a treat?"
Of course he'd ended up in Red Riding Hood. Rolling his eyes, he turned toward the wolf.
"My, what big eyes you have," Percy laid heavy on the snark.
"Better to take in the gorgeous view in front of me."
Mh. Okay. That was new. He'd never been flirted with by a monster. Then again, most of the time, the ones he fought were just... beasts. Mindless and murderous. In front of him stood a tall, handsome man now. Well-groomed, graying hair, piercing eyes. Mh. Wait.
"I haven't seen you in human form yet," Percy blinked surprised.
"Well, it fights better with fangs and claws," countered Lycaon, giving a sharp grin.
Sharp enough to show off his canines and that should actually not turn Percy on more. He knew he had a thing for older guys – knew since his first crush, on Luke back then. And as he had matured, so had his taste. It was weirder when the ones he had to fight looked human.
"I'm not in the mood to fight you," Percy patted his skirt for Riptide, coming up empty.
Figured. He looked like little Red Riding Hood, complete in his cute little skirt – which he obviously rocked because he could rock any outfit. And Red Riding Hood didn't have a pen sword.
"You are more in the mood for cake and wine?" Lycaon eyed his basket. "What is this?"
"Clearly it's Red Riding Hood," Percy motioned up and down himself. "We're stuck in the story, Big Bad Wolf. So I'll go and visit grandma now."
He turned to walk past the werewolf, just to have Lycaon fall in line and walk next to him. Frowning, Percy side-eyed the man. Taller than him, which wasn't all that much of a surprise. Nice biceps, now from the side. Very nice. Stop lusting after the werewolf, damn it.
Focus on something else instead. "Why are you following me?"
"Well, you said Red Riding Hood. Far as I recall, I gotta be at your grandma's too, don't I? So we're headed the same way, aren't we?" Lycaon shrugged casually. "Might as well go together."
Percy heaved a sigh but didn't reply. Might as well.
/break\
The first day had been stilted. The second and third day were annoying. By the fourth, Percy started warming up to Lycaon. There was nothing to do here, no one to talk to, aside from the werewolf. The huntsman and the grandma both were more like NPCs in a video game, they had a certain set of dialogue, triggered by Percy and Lycaon's own actions and words.
And so Percy and Lycaon started talking. It was strange. He'd never considered one of the monsters he hunted to just have a normal life. But Lycaon did. He lived as a normal man. Sometimes, he just needed to run around as a wolf, because the wolf was a part of him. And that was when he ran into trouble. Also known as demigods. Lycaon had asked him, flat out, what Percy was hunting him for.
And... Percy had no answer to that. They were hunting him because he was Lycaon, a known monster of mythological proportions. They were hunting him on behalf of... that.
Days passed and Percy got to know Lycaon in a manner he never expected. As a regular guy.
Physical attraction had been there from the get-go but now Percy found himself getting attached. Lycaon was snarky, charming with that dry wit. Handsome to boot.
They kissed on day twenty-three or so, behind grandma's house during the sunset.
/break\
Lycaon was growling softly, pleased. His nose was buried in the fluffy hair of his lover.
"You always make that sound," Percy huffed amused, shoving him lightly. "Why?"
"You smell good," replied Lycaon without hesitation. "Delicious."
"Well, that's mildly concerning," Percy replied in a voice.
"Not like that," now Lycaon huffed. "Like a..."
Well, no. He couldn't say that. Like a mate. Percy wasn't a wolf, he wasn't an alpha or omega. But he smelt sweet, delicious. Like he was meant to be Lycaon's. Lycaon had never believed in it, in the concept of soulmates. Some werewolves had them, a mate, like their other half. The more time he spent with Percy, the more he felt as though Percy was his.
"You smell sweet," offered Lycaon instead.
"What, like candy?" Percy wiggled his nose in that cute way of his.
"No, not artificial, not like sugar," Lycaon shook his head. "More like... strawberries."
"Mh. I think I like that," Percy smiled and leaned back against his partner's chest.
/break\
Percy knew it was mostly due to the isolation. If it hadn't been just the two of them for a month now, he didn't think he'd have kissed Lycaon, gotten together with him. Had never given him a chance, if Percy was being serious. And now he got to lay sprawled out on a giant, gray wolf. So soft and cuddly. Percy loved that. The wolf's tail was wagging furiously as Percy gave him a belly rub. That was so cute. He'd never expected Lycaon to do cute.
"C'mon, enough cuddles, I'm hungry," Percy nudged his lover.
Not going to lie, Percy was growing really tired of eating bread, cheese and wine every damn day. But that was what the basket gave him. Some days, they'd spice it up some. Go search for mushrooms, or Lycaon would hunt something for them. Lycaon turned back human.
"What will happen when we get out of here?" Lycaon asked curiously, cautiously.
For a moment, Percy remained quiet, thinking about it. "Here's the deal: As long as you don't eat demigods, don't kill mortals... There's no need for camp to go after you."
Lycaon looked surprised at that. "I did not expect that. And it's... not what I was talking about. I meant you and me. Will you just return to your little camp...?"
Biting his lip, Percy turned to look at the other. He fidgeted with the fringe of his blue skirt.
"I don't know, honestly," Percy licked his lips. "But I think I'd like to... see you again."
"So you will let me take you out on a date?" Lycaon smirked, resting a hand on Percy's thigh, just at the end of the skirt, running circles on the soft skin with his thumb. "I'll daze you, kitten."
A smile bloomed on Percy's lips as he leaned in to kiss the older man.
/break\
The first thing Percy saw when he opened his eyes was the face of Lou Ellen. The punk witch looked concerned, her purple hair falling into her face. Relief filled her eyes when Percy came to it.
"Percy, thank the gods," Lou Ellen heaved a sigh. "You're back. You know what happened?"
"Ye—eah. Your sister whammied me and Lycaon with a spell," Percy frowned annoyed. "How long was I out...? It felt like weeks inside, but I know magic... can be different."
"Two days," Lou Ellen grinned in a crooked manner. "Took me some to figure out what went wrong. Violet is really... sorry, you know. She feels awful. Wants to go after Lycaon again."
"Right," Percy sat up. "Uhm. So. Lycaon's off the table. He hasn't done anything wrong yet."
"What?" Lou Ellen looked confused at that. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that we're chasing people for crimes committed centuries ago. Millennia ago!" Percy got off the infirmary bed quickly. "Hasn't done anything wrong recently and served his time in Tartarus for his original sins. No more prosecuting without proof of current crimes committed. Make an announcement of it, we'll talk more next council meeting. Now I gotta find someone."
He made his way out of camp as quickly as possible. Ridiculous. Where was he even going to find Lycaon? He just... followed his gut, running like a mad man. Until he saw him, deep in the woods but far enough away from camp. Without thinking on it, Percy ran into the man's arms, nearly throwing the werewolf off balance. Lycaon looked stunned, positively surprised, before he leaned down and kissed Percy. Deep and fierce. Percy didn't know where this was going but he was in..
~*~ The End ~*~