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120_minutenChallenge: Schreibaufgabe: Nimm ein Klischée und brich ihm so viele Knochen wie möglich. (22.02.19)
Fandom: Heroes of Olympus
Charaktere: Jason Grace, Percy Jackson
Wörter: 437
Warnung: Mafia AU (?)
A/N: Wenn einem Klischee die Knochen zu brechen bedeutet, OT3-Andeutungen reinzuschustern und all die Teile, die es ausmachen (wie Knochen brechen), chirurgisch zu entfernen, erfüllt das hier die Challenge.
Wenn nicht, hat es zumindest Percy als Gayngster/Annabeths Consigliere und Jason als Boss von Westküsten-Gangstern, was in gewissen Kreisen bestimmt was wert ist.
“Grace.“
His voice was slick as oil, his smile expertly condescending. Jason didn’t bother getting up from his leather couch and just raised an eyebrow.
“Jackson.“
The other guy looked down on him, his green eyes sparkling with something that was equal parts threatening and charming. The whole flirtatious intimidation thing worked beautifully for Jackson, tall, broad-shouldered Jackson, who carried himself with an effortless physicality more at home on a NorCal beach than the Jersey back alley he’d crawled out of. Not that Jason particularly cared.
“Where did you leave your better half?” He asked, leaning forward to pour a guaro for his guest.
Jackson accepted the drink with a toothy grin and emptied the glass before sliding into the booth across from Jason. “I’d ask you the same thing but I don’t really have to, do I?” He made a show of waving across the club. Piper send him a sultry look and a cocky grin.
“Oh, I love that girl.”
“Didn’t expect you to have that much taste.”
“Not blind, Grace. And I’m hardly the only one, am I?”
Jason rolled his eyes. “I’m serious, Jackson, I don’t do business with second-tier thugs and Annabeth knows that.”
Jackson grabbed the guaro to refill both their glasses. “You hurt me, Grace. I thought you of all people understood the worth of a consigliere, seeing as you let yours bang your wife.” His eyes were still trained on Piper as if mesmerized by her beauty. Or the way she kissed the curly haired man who’d just entered the club. Jason sighed.
“Subtle.”
“Am I wrong?”
“Are you jealous?”
That startled Jackson into an honest laugh. “Valdez’s really not my type...”
“Your loss.” He nodded a greeting to Leo, his second in command, not able to prevent a soft smile from creeping onto his features. He cleared his throat. “Now that all the pleasantries are exchanged, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Of course Jason knew that Jackson showing up in his club on a Friday night, alone, could hardly be more than a courtesy call but the da Caccia family didn’t exactly do courtesy calls.
“Annabeth sends me, with an offer you can’t refuse”, Jackson intoned gravely.
Jason chuckled. “You’d be surprised.”
“I’ll drink to that”, Jackson laughed and raised his glass. When he finally turned his gaze away from Piper and Leo at the bar and back to Jason, his expression had became a lot more somber. “I’m serious though. I’m here because of the Ghost King.”
“Nico is back?” Jason could hear his voice tremble but he didn’t care.
Jackson nodded. “Nico is back.”
Fandom: Heroes of Olympus
Charaktere: Jason Grace, Percy Jackson
Wörter: 437
Warnung: Mafia AU (?)
A/N: Wenn einem Klischee die Knochen zu brechen bedeutet, OT3-Andeutungen reinzuschustern und all die Teile, die es ausmachen (wie Knochen brechen), chirurgisch zu entfernen, erfüllt das hier die Challenge.
Wenn nicht, hat es zumindest Percy als Gayngster/Annabeths Consigliere und Jason als Boss von Westküsten-Gangstern, was in gewissen Kreisen bestimmt was wert ist.
“Grace.“
His voice was slick as oil, his smile expertly condescending. Jason didn’t bother getting up from his leather couch and just raised an eyebrow.
“Jackson.“
The other guy looked down on him, his green eyes sparkling with something that was equal parts threatening and charming. The whole flirtatious intimidation thing worked beautifully for Jackson, tall, broad-shouldered Jackson, who carried himself with an effortless physicality more at home on a NorCal beach than the Jersey back alley he’d crawled out of. Not that Jason particularly cared.
“Where did you leave your better half?” He asked, leaning forward to pour a guaro for his guest.
Jackson accepted the drink with a toothy grin and emptied the glass before sliding into the booth across from Jason. “I’d ask you the same thing but I don’t really have to, do I?” He made a show of waving across the club. Piper send him a sultry look and a cocky grin.
“Oh, I love that girl.”
“Didn’t expect you to have that much taste.”
“Not blind, Grace. And I’m hardly the only one, am I?”
Jason rolled his eyes. “I’m serious, Jackson, I don’t do business with second-tier thugs and Annabeth knows that.”
Jackson grabbed the guaro to refill both their glasses. “You hurt me, Grace. I thought you of all people understood the worth of a consigliere, seeing as you let yours bang your wife.” His eyes were still trained on Piper as if mesmerized by her beauty. Or the way she kissed the curly haired man who’d just entered the club. Jason sighed.
“Subtle.”
“Am I wrong?”
“Are you jealous?”
That startled Jackson into an honest laugh. “Valdez’s really not my type...”
“Your loss.” He nodded a greeting to Leo, his second in command, not able to prevent a soft smile from creeping onto his features. He cleared his throat. “Now that all the pleasantries are exchanged, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Of course Jason knew that Jackson showing up in his club on a Friday night, alone, could hardly be more than a courtesy call but the da Caccia family didn’t exactly do courtesy calls.
“Annabeth sends me, with an offer you can’t refuse”, Jackson intoned gravely.
Jason chuckled. “You’d be surprised.”
“I’ll drink to that”, Jackson laughed and raised his glass. When he finally turned his gaze away from Piper and Leo at the bar and back to Jason, his expression had became a lot more somber. “I’m serious though. I’m here because of the Ghost King.”
“Nico is back?” Jason could hear his voice tremble but he didn’t care.
Jackson nodded. “Nico is back.”
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Date: 2019-03-15 10:26 pm (UTC)Like. OMG.
Gibt es davon noch mehr? Ich brauche das - ich wusste nicht, wie sehr ich das brauchte, aber ich brauche davon ganz viel und Plotbunnies - aaaaah!!! AAAH!!!
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Date: 2019-03-16 08:25 am (UTC)