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120_minutenChallenge: Osterbingo: Hundefrisöre AU
Fandom: Heroes of Olympus
Charaktere: Nico, Piper, Leo, Will, Reyna
Wörter: 647
A/N: Ich würde gerne eine Entschuldigung oder Erklärung anbieten aber… Nö. Dies ist etwas das passiert ist. Es war immer Crack geplant, aber dann habe ich in Absatz vier vergessen, wo ich ursprünglich hin wollte. ;)
There was something about the shop, some kind of aura or ancient magic or a vicious curse built into its brick walls.
Of course, Nico didn't believe in magic or curses or any of that nonsense. Nico was a rational guy who made rational decisions. He'd joined the military after school, got them to pay for his degree in criminology, passed his NYPD probationary and had ended up here. In the shop, washing a labradoodle. Nothing rational about that.
So, a curse.
"Well, sure, could be a curse," Piper admitted reluctantly. "We can't rule that out." Piper was not a particularly rational person. Piper believed in fate and love and all that stuff that only rich kids could afford, like studying French and surfing in Hawaii. And then she’d become a pet groomer in New York despite the fact that she was allergic to dogs. Naturally.
Leo didn’t look up from the assortment of collars and bandannas he was reorganizing but snorted. “Yeah, but curses are bullshit.”
“You used to build robots for NASA after college, Valdez, and now you’re sorting dog collar’s by color.”
“Actually, I’m sorting them by…” He paused. “Is it bad that I can’t actually remember how I ended up here?”
Nico sighed. “Yes, it is. Also, a curse. Probably.”
Will, the veterinarian who’d stopped by this morning to treat a cat’s inflammatory eye, tilted his head thoughtfully. "To be honest, I've always just assumed you are a really badly run spy op, on account of your boss being a former special forces officer and Hazel being an ex-con. - Come to think of it, what’s Frank’s deal?”
Piper shrugged. “Used to be a martial arts instructor, came in one day with his neighbor’s dog… Hm. Guess Reyna hired him then and there?”
Apparently, that was just how the shop worked.
“Yeah, no, any agency could come up with something better than that.” Leo neatly folded a bright red neckcloth. “I guess sleeper cell is out as well. - Curse might be our best bet.”
The others hummed in agreement and Nico massaged conditioner into the labradoodles fur.
“Well.” Piper flipped through the appointment book. “Now that we’ve cleared that up; Mrs. O’Leary is due for a nail clipping, Percy’s going to bring her in in an hour. Anybody down for that?”
“Not me, I have a degree in robotics, I can’t drown in saliva!”
Nico sighed. “Shut up, Valdez. - I’ll do it, she’s a good dog.”
“She’s about twice your size, di Angelo.” Will raised an eyebrow. “Sure you can handle that?”
“Why are you even here?”
“It’s just, you’ve got a little bit of foam on your cheek, it’s adorable.”
“You realise that I know how to kill you with a dandy-brush?” There had been a point in Nico’s life when he would have done it just at the mere suggestion of a cute freckled guy flirting with him. Luckily for everybody involved he hadn’t known what a dandy-brush was back then.
The vet threw up his arms in mock defeat. “Sure! ...It’s just not as intimidating when half your groomer colleagues know that as well...”
Piper cleared her throat.
“Fair enough, I’m sure Piper could come up with something. Only Valdez is hopeless.”
“I resent that. Not that you’re entirely wrong. Which one was the dandy-brush?”
Somebody cleared their throat behind them. “Would you mind letting me know why the four of you are busy with one labradoodle?” Reyna was leaning in the door frame, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“It’s a cursed labradoodle”, Piper explained.
“Will suspects he is actually a spy”, Leo added.
“I wish I could remember why I hired you guys…”
Nico scratched the labradoodle between its ears. “Well, that’s the question, really. Got to be something about this shop. - Best guess is a curse.”
Reyna shrugged. “That sounds about right.”
Fandom: Heroes of Olympus
Charaktere: Nico, Piper, Leo, Will, Reyna
Wörter: 647
A/N: Ich würde gerne eine Entschuldigung oder Erklärung anbieten aber… Nö. Dies ist etwas das passiert ist. Es war immer Crack geplant, aber dann habe ich in Absatz vier vergessen, wo ich ursprünglich hin wollte. ;)
There was something about the shop, some kind of aura or ancient magic or a vicious curse built into its brick walls.
Of course, Nico didn't believe in magic or curses or any of that nonsense. Nico was a rational guy who made rational decisions. He'd joined the military after school, got them to pay for his degree in criminology, passed his NYPD probationary and had ended up here. In the shop, washing a labradoodle. Nothing rational about that.
So, a curse.
"Well, sure, could be a curse," Piper admitted reluctantly. "We can't rule that out." Piper was not a particularly rational person. Piper believed in fate and love and all that stuff that only rich kids could afford, like studying French and surfing in Hawaii. And then she’d become a pet groomer in New York despite the fact that she was allergic to dogs. Naturally.
Leo didn’t look up from the assortment of collars and bandannas he was reorganizing but snorted. “Yeah, but curses are bullshit.”
“You used to build robots for NASA after college, Valdez, and now you’re sorting dog collar’s by color.”
“Actually, I’m sorting them by…” He paused. “Is it bad that I can’t actually remember how I ended up here?”
Nico sighed. “Yes, it is. Also, a curse. Probably.”
Will, the veterinarian who’d stopped by this morning to treat a cat’s inflammatory eye, tilted his head thoughtfully. "To be honest, I've always just assumed you are a really badly run spy op, on account of your boss being a former special forces officer and Hazel being an ex-con. - Come to think of it, what’s Frank’s deal?”
Piper shrugged. “Used to be a martial arts instructor, came in one day with his neighbor’s dog… Hm. Guess Reyna hired him then and there?”
Apparently, that was just how the shop worked.
“Yeah, no, any agency could come up with something better than that.” Leo neatly folded a bright red neckcloth. “I guess sleeper cell is out as well. - Curse might be our best bet.”
The others hummed in agreement and Nico massaged conditioner into the labradoodles fur.
“Well.” Piper flipped through the appointment book. “Now that we’ve cleared that up; Mrs. O’Leary is due for a nail clipping, Percy’s going to bring her in in an hour. Anybody down for that?”
“Not me, I have a degree in robotics, I can’t drown in saliva!”
Nico sighed. “Shut up, Valdez. - I’ll do it, she’s a good dog.”
“She’s about twice your size, di Angelo.” Will raised an eyebrow. “Sure you can handle that?”
“Why are you even here?”
“It’s just, you’ve got a little bit of foam on your cheek, it’s adorable.”
“You realise that I know how to kill you with a dandy-brush?” There had been a point in Nico’s life when he would have done it just at the mere suggestion of a cute freckled guy flirting with him. Luckily for everybody involved he hadn’t known what a dandy-brush was back then.
The vet threw up his arms in mock defeat. “Sure! ...It’s just not as intimidating when half your groomer colleagues know that as well...”
Piper cleared her throat.
“Fair enough, I’m sure Piper could come up with something. Only Valdez is hopeless.”
“I resent that. Not that you’re entirely wrong. Which one was the dandy-brush?”
Somebody cleared their throat behind them. “Would you mind letting me know why the four of you are busy with one labradoodle?” Reyna was leaning in the door frame, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“It’s a cursed labradoodle”, Piper explained.
“Will suspects he is actually a spy”, Leo added.
“I wish I could remember why I hired you guys…”
Nico scratched the labradoodle between its ears. “Well, that’s the question, really. Got to be something about this shop. - Best guess is a curse.”
Reyna shrugged. “That sounds about right.”
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Date: 2019-05-03 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-03 08:50 pm (UTC)Bester Kommentar überhaupt, danke. (Pocket Universe. Now there's a thought... <3)
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Date: 2019-05-04 06:44 am (UTC)Och kenne niemanden, aber das war ein schöner Tagesstart <3
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Date: 2019-05-05 07:40 pm (UTC)Aww, das freut mich, dass dir sinnloser Crack mit Charakteren, die du nicht mal kennst, gefällt. Danke!
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Date: 2019-05-10 08:57 am (UTC)BLESS YOU, THEM, YOUR COW - EVERYTHING! Ich hatte absolut keine Vorstellung, wie Hundefriseur-AU aussehen könnte und hatte Angst, but it just got better! Alles daran ist wundervoll, perfekt und ich brauche MEHR. Like, really, könnte es davon gelegentlich mehr geben? Scheinbar funktioniert es super, dir komische Dinge zu geben und du wandelst sie in Comedy Gold um. Wie wäre es mit einer Dog-Napping-Verschwörung mit Austausch, Fellverstümmelung und sonstigen skandalösen Taten um eine skritisch beäugte Hundeschau und sie werden plötzlich doch zum A-Team der Hundewelt? Und eigentlich ist doch ein Drogenring dahinter oder eine Alieninvasion (mit Drogenring)? I don't know - everything is possible in the little cursed pet groomer shop. ö_ö
Und um es noch mal klar auszudrücken: Wundervolle Dialoge, Fetzchen und große Liebe für ALLES!
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Date: 2019-05-12 12:42 pm (UTC)Aber oh hatte ich Angst, als ich Hundefrisör AU gelesen habe... Sowas von kein Plan, wie sowas funktionieren sollte, nicht mit diesen Charakteren, nicht ohne einen Fluch... und dann fing ich an, manisch zu gackern. X'D
Schön, dass das nicht nur in meinem Kopf funktioniert. Und oh Aliendrogen!! *___* Mal schaun, ob mir da nochmal was einfällt. <3