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120_minutenChallenge: Femslash: Flirten [Nicht-Osterchallenge vom 03.05.19]
Fandom: Percy Jackson | Heroes of Olympus
Pairing: Annabeth Chase/Clarisse la Rue
Wörter: 459
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nachanca hat mir eine wunderbare kleine Bingotabelle gebaut und, ha, anscheinend funktioniert es. =D
Annabeth und Clarisse treffen sich auf einem Konzert, mit Clarisses Ellbogen in Annabeths Gesicht. Aber immerhin hat sie sie danach ins Krankenhaus gefahren.
“It’s not that big a deal, a slightly crooked nose would probably suit you. Complete the lean, mean killing machine look you’ve got going.” The woman’s tone wasn’t nearly as apologetic as would be warranted by the fact that she’d been the one who’d broken Annabeth’s nose, even if it had been an accident. Instead her tone was almost… flirtatious?
“Are you—“ Annabeth raised an eyebrow. “Are you hitting on me?“
“Oh, princess, believe me, you’d know if I was flirting.“ The woman sneered and took a step closer, her bulky frame now towering over Annabeth who was hunched on a cheap plastic chair and pressing an ice pack to her face. She glared right back up at her.
“Well, from down here it looks an awful lot like flirting.“
“That’s…“ The other woman’s eyebrow rose beneath hair shaggy bangs. „That’s honestly concerning. You sure you’re not concussed? Or, no, I bet you just date straight boys who think a stupid pick-up line is the height of seduction.“ Her shit-eating grin made Annabeth want to punch her, and only partly because she was right. – Not that Annabeth had dated any straight boys in a while, but, well, she hadn’t dated anybody in a while, so there was that.
“So, your vastly superior alternative to stupid pick-up lines is breaking someone’s nose at a rock show? Consider me thoroughly seduced.“
“Well, if it works, it works.”
Annabeth flipped her off and used the ice pack to hide her smile. It was half past eleven on a Tuesday night, she was sitting on the most uncomfortable plastic chair ever in a hospital hallway, her face was throbbing and one of the ceiling lambs was flickering and attempting to give her a migraine. And, yet, it probably wasn’t the worst night she’d had this week.
“Remind me to ask me for your name before I ravish you.”
“Clarisse.”
“Pleasure. I’m Annabeth. -- Is this usually how you pick up girls?”
Clarisse’s grin was infuriating. “Might have had worse.”
“Off to a great start. So, emergency room for the first date. What’s the second one gonna look like?”
That, finally, seemed to fluster Clarisse a bit. “Hu. Haven’t thought that far yet.” The tips of her ears turned slightly pink and Annabeth thought that this was actually shaping up to be a pretty good night, all things considered.
“Let’s go with coffee then.”
The grin was back in full force as Clarisse crossed her arms in front of her chest and opened her mouth for an undoubtedly sarcastic response. Not that Annabeth cared to hear it.
“At your place. Tomorrow morning.”
Clarisse choked on air, and Annabeth leaned back in the plastic chair, her smug grin still hidden behind the ice pack.
Fandom: Percy Jackson | Heroes of Olympus
Pairing: Annabeth Chase/Clarisse la Rue
Wörter: 459
A/N:
nachanca hat mir eine wunderbare kleine Bingotabelle gebaut und, ha, anscheinend funktioniert es. =DAnnabeth und Clarisse treffen sich auf einem Konzert, mit Clarisses Ellbogen in Annabeths Gesicht. Aber immerhin hat sie sie danach ins Krankenhaus gefahren.
“It’s not that big a deal, a slightly crooked nose would probably suit you. Complete the lean, mean killing machine look you’ve got going.” The woman’s tone wasn’t nearly as apologetic as would be warranted by the fact that she’d been the one who’d broken Annabeth’s nose, even if it had been an accident. Instead her tone was almost… flirtatious?
“Are you—“ Annabeth raised an eyebrow. “Are you hitting on me?“
“Oh, princess, believe me, you’d know if I was flirting.“ The woman sneered and took a step closer, her bulky frame now towering over Annabeth who was hunched on a cheap plastic chair and pressing an ice pack to her face. She glared right back up at her.
“Well, from down here it looks an awful lot like flirting.“
“That’s…“ The other woman’s eyebrow rose beneath hair shaggy bangs. „That’s honestly concerning. You sure you’re not concussed? Or, no, I bet you just date straight boys who think a stupid pick-up line is the height of seduction.“ Her shit-eating grin made Annabeth want to punch her, and only partly because she was right. – Not that Annabeth had dated any straight boys in a while, but, well, she hadn’t dated anybody in a while, so there was that.
“So, your vastly superior alternative to stupid pick-up lines is breaking someone’s nose at a rock show? Consider me thoroughly seduced.“
“Well, if it works, it works.”
Annabeth flipped her off and used the ice pack to hide her smile. It was half past eleven on a Tuesday night, she was sitting on the most uncomfortable plastic chair ever in a hospital hallway, her face was throbbing and one of the ceiling lambs was flickering and attempting to give her a migraine. And, yet, it probably wasn’t the worst night she’d had this week.
“Remind me to ask me for your name before I ravish you.”
“Clarisse.”
“Pleasure. I’m Annabeth. -- Is this usually how you pick up girls?”
Clarisse’s grin was infuriating. “Might have had worse.”
“Off to a great start. So, emergency room for the first date. What’s the second one gonna look like?”
That, finally, seemed to fluster Clarisse a bit. “Hu. Haven’t thought that far yet.” The tips of her ears turned slightly pink and Annabeth thought that this was actually shaping up to be a pretty good night, all things considered.
“Let’s go with coffee then.”
The grin was back in full force as Clarisse crossed her arms in front of her chest and opened her mouth for an undoubtedly sarcastic response. Not that Annabeth cared to hear it.
“At your place. Tomorrow morning.”
Clarisse choked on air, and Annabeth leaned back in the plastic chair, her smug grin still hidden behind the ice pack.
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Date: 2020-04-13 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-20 07:43 pm (UTC)Ich hatte erst echt Respekt und dann... machten die beiden einfach ohne mich, das was schön. :)
Nach meiner kleinen Panik-Attacke, dass ich keine Feslashpairings mehr habe muss ich sagen, dass mich diese Challenge auch sehr, sehr glücklich gemacht hat. ...Und offenbar auf einen PJO/HoO-Trip gesandt hat. Vielleicht sollte ich dir ein Päckchen mit den Büchern schicken, nur um dich mit in meinen Wahnsinn hineinzuziehen... :)
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Date: 2020-04-28 07:25 pm (UTC)Und von wegen keine Femslash-Pairings, sowas geht ja wohl gar nicht! Da hab ich ja die richtige Challenge erwischt. ;)
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Date: 2020-04-13 06:57 pm (UTC)Und alles hieran ist PURE GOLD! HACH! <3
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Date: 2020-04-20 07:49 pm (UTC)Oh diese beiden. <3