#werewolf!percy

[tanjirosbisexualearrings]

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Feel free to enjoy this fic I'm working on.

[lycaboros]

Someone stop me from drawing so much werewolf!percy

[alienfirst]

Just a bunch of doofy werewolf!Percy sketches from some curiouscat anon messages and Twitter and stuff. Trying to give Percy more of a poofier borzoi werewolf look.

[alienfirst]

Werewolf belly rubs, and then a woof!Percy and vampire!Vex that I did during a past Talks Machina where it was mentioned. I totally cannot remember what I’ve posted on Twitter versus Tumblr right now. Sooooo whoops if I posted this twice.

[a-very-dumb-nerd]

There is a disgustingly small amount of Werewolf!Percy/Monster!Percy in this fandom, consider me disappointed.

[somethingmorecreative1]

sneak peek of the terrible werewolf au

Don’t believe me? Read on

***

Percy is sitting in his office, moaning about the stacks and stacks of paperwork that has to be completed. He loves being Alpha, loves taking care of his pack and his wolves, but the paperwork. He hates it.

There’s a knock on the door, and Annabeth pokes her head inside.

“Percy?” she asks, voice still light and careful. Percy wonders when she’s going to get used to being here. At least it’s better than the beginning. She didn’t speak at all for those first few days.

“Hey,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “Everything okay?”

“Can I come in?”

Percy nods, enthusiastic that she wants to come in and talk to him.

She steps inside slowly, and Percy watches her. She walks on her tiptoes, which she’s been doing since the very first time Percy saw her in Dare’s pack. Her face is open, not nervous like so many of the other times that he has spoken with her. She’s doing better now than ever, but Percy still doesn’t want to push her too far.

“What’s up?” he asks, motioning for her to sit down in the chair across from his desk.

She sits, and then she sighs. “I feel like I’m not doing anything.”

He frowns, “What do you mean?”

“It seems like everyone else has jobs or works out in town or… just does something. All I do is read,” she explains. “I don’t want to take up space and not help.”

Percy stares at her for a second, and to his surprise, she doesn’t fidget under his gaze. Her jaw is clenched, but other than that, she seems perfectly at ease in the room alone with him. Percy ignores how much that pleases him.

He leans forward. “Annabeth, you’ve barely been here for two weeks.”

“So? I want to help.”

He bites back a grin. “I’m trying to give you time to get used to the pack and our life. I know that it’s been difficult for you.”

She frowns, “I’m doing fine.”

“You know that you still walk on your toes, don’t you?” Percy asks, standing up and walking around to lean against the front of his desk so he can be closer to her. “And you still favor your right arm. You flinch when someone slams the door, and if I even walk in on you reading somewhere it looks like you’re about to have a panic attack if I try and say hi to you.”

Her face is red, and she looks down at the floor. Her voice is quiet when she says, “I’m trying.”

“And you’re doing a really good job, and I’m proud of you, but we’re not taking it too fast, okay? There’s plenty of time for you to help out, so for now, I want you to keep socializing with the pack and reading when you want. You’re making friends, right?”

She nods. “Jason and I talk about books. Piper says she’s taking me shopping next week.”

Percy hums, nodding to himself. “Good.”

“What did you expect from me? When you brought me back with you?” she asks suddenly, gray eyes wide when she looks up at him.

He wonders what he should say. The only real thing that he was thinking when he made this proposal to her father that day was that he had to protect her and that he had to get her away from that environment.

“I didn’t expect anything. I just wanted you to be happy and safe.”

There’s an awkward pause between them, and then Annabeth says, “I never thanked you.”

“You don’t have to. You’re part of my pack; it’s my job.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t then.”

Percy shrugs. “You were. We just didn’t know it yet.”

[somethingmorecreative1]

Was it you that said you were writing a werewolf Percy Jackson AU?

It was me!!!!! Here’s a few sentences bc I’m pumped about it:

***

Just as she turned away, she heard a growl.

Her bodystiffened, and she turned back around slowly, eyes widening.

A large, jetblack wolf was standing in the middle of the garage. Its fur was plastered toits body because of the rain, and it bared its teeth at her.

Annabethalmost screamed until she noticed its eyes. They were Percy’s eyes. She had spent her whole life staring at those greeneyes, and she would know them anywhere.

Oh god, hewas right. He wasn’t lying to her. He was a werewolf.