Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sebastian Sallow/Original Female Character(s), Garreth Weasley/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Anne Sallow, Eleazar Fig, Solomon Sallow, Aesop Sharp, Victor Rookwood, Sirona Ryan, Abraham Ronen, Dinah Hecat, Imelda Reyes, Matilda Weasley, Duncan Hobhouse, Player Character (Hogwarts Legacy), Leander Prewett, Natsai Onai, Poppy Sweeting, Marvolo Gaunt
Additional Tags: Family Fluff, Family Dynamics, Family Angst, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Childhood Trauma, Sebastian Sallow Needs a Hug, Soft Sebastian Sallow, Garreth Weasley Flirts, Ominis Gaunt Needs a Hug, Good Friend Ominis Gaunt, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Problems, Protective Sebastian Sallow, Morally Grey Sebastian Sallow, Protective Siblings, Siblings, Sibling Bonding, Family Issues, Family Secrets, Eventual Smut, Original Character(s), Trans Character, Search for a Cure, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
The twins of the Luminara family were pitied by many. Losing their mother at a young age, their father abandoning them and being only left with their peculiar aunt. Locked inside of a house, no one entered again once Cassidy Luminara was in charge of the family.
No one dared to question them.
And so no one question when the twins suddenly were asked to attend Hogwarts at the age of fifteen and got caught up between goblins, poachers, dark wizards and their own relationships.
Inspired by the Fanfiction "Fear of you" from @sleepwalkersqueen .
A Bonus chapter for "Gorgeus", which is btw. not the ending, just a what if scenario really.
Note: I once heard to make the fluff and happy endings you need. So I did and forgot about it :D. I wrote it because I completly scrapped a character and a few dynamics that I actually wanted to write. So now I made this into coping with the loss of it haha.
Warnings: Cursing, Karen, mild sexual implications, fluffy with a hint of sass
Summer in Japan was extremely humid and hot. It felt a lot like a free sauna; your friends were so eager to get you in.
Nevertheless, that did not stop little Takami Keigo from curling up closely to the warm body of his father. "Warm was an understatement; he was burning like Endeavour on a rage fit.
Shinyo found the ceiling to be of great interest since he was unable to move or reach for his phone, sweaty and unable to move the ball of feathers away from him, only because he loved him too much to push him away.
He distinctly remembered that Amaya told him she had an A/C, but he couldn't, for the love of everything, find it in the small flat, as pathetic as that sounded. He could call her, but he already heard her teasing about his incompetence to find an A/C in a small home.
But how should he know about fancy stuff like an A/C? When he moved in with Keigo, it was winter, and spring was not that hot weather-wise. On another note, he never had one in his life. It was never needed before, and he forgot to ask her to show it to him when she was here three weeks ago.
Sighing, he pulled his son closer, to hopefully make him suffer in the heat and sweat so he maybe would stop cuddling up to him while the sun was burning the house. He couldn't even say he hated it, even if he was suffering. Sadly, his son just cooed and cuddled closer. Damn, Babyfeathers, you are going to be the death of me.
The sound of someone walking up the staircase made his gaze wander from the ceiling towards the door. With a soft click the door opened, and in walked the woman of the hour. Howashi Amaya, a therapist that simply fell for his charms; at least that is what he tells everyone and himself. In reality she probably had more sympathy with a broken man back when they met.
Amaya is a slender woman with long golden hair. Almost as tall as Shinyo, her entire appearance hung on a thread of arrogance that was paired with the kindness of a saint. There was no wrinkle or unevenness in her face, and Shinyo was certain this was not normal. Everyone had at least a small one or literally anything that makes you look more human than a model.
The thought of her without makeup crossed his mind for a moment. The eyebags made her look human, the only part he would consider calling imperfect.
“Jesus! Is the A/C broken?” she asked herself, almost hissing in annoyance. Throwing away her bag and taking off her shoes to leave at the front door, she stomped inside. She went over to the A/C in the corner, turning it on to cool the rooms down. Of course it was hidden somewhere in a corner, he secretly thought to himself. Still remembering how Keigo told him to just call her or look again.
Before Amaya noticed Shinyo was awake, he closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep peacefully. He had to stop his undeniable happiness from escaping out onto his lips; after all, she was working three weeks in a row each month, and seeing her was one of the best parts of the month. He listened to the gentle footsteps of his love before he heard her gently sliding the door to the bedroom open. Now would be his chance.
Once he noticed her leaning down to give him a small kiss, he grabbed her behind her head and pulled her into a deeper kiss, making sure not to cause too much commotion so Keigo would not be disturbed by this moment.
Her muffled shriek made him chuckle into the kiss before letting her pull away, slowly.
“Morning!” he greeted happily, his hand sliding onto her cheek to caress it.
“Haha,” she said, rolling her eyes, “very funny.” She pushed his hand away from her cheek.
“Oh, come on! You know you like it,” he pulled her closer again, biting into her nose playfully.
“I have no problem letting you sleep outside,” she warned, but that made his grin even wider. After all, he had yet to see her actually acting on her meaningless threats.
“Sure, chickadee,” he grinned. “Food’s in the fridge.”
Amaya rolled her eyes again before giving him a quick peck on the lips. Standing back up and getting her food out of the fridge that was covered with some drawings and pictures from the outside.
Sitting down at the table, facing Shinyo, who was still in the futon, she starts eating her rice with vegetables, cold because she was too hungry to heat it up.
The room was still pretty warm but much more bearable than when she first got in.
“You know you could have called me for the A/C,” she said between her chewing.
“The thought of you teasing me with it would have been unbearable,” he said honestly.
“You know that is… actually a fair point,” she admitted. “But you look like you ran for 500 kilometers and got dipped in a pool. On another note, I can smell you from here.”
“You are so cruel.” He gently pushed Keigo away to crawl over to Amaya. “I smell egg-cellent.”
“You need new puns, love.”
She put her foot on his chest to keep him at a distance; the smell at this distance made her nose curl up in disgust.
“And a shower.”
Shinyo pushed her leg away with ease, though she didn't fight against it. “How about you join me~?”
“No way,” Amaya laughed, letting Shinyo rest his head on her thighs. “I just got from work; I will take a shower first.”
Shinyo whined, stroking her thigh slowly while looking up at her. “Naw~ can't I come with you? Keigo is still asleep; he won't interrupt.”
“It isn't even spring; don't act like yo-”
He pushes up her shirt and starts peppering her stomach with kisses, his hands traveling up to her sides.
Amaya put the bowl of rice to the side, glaring down at Shinyo. Face curled up in annoyance at the man. Even if she had to admit that she enjoyed his touch, now really wasn’t the time for this. She wanted to push him away again but got interrupted by someone.
“Dad?” The small voice of Keigo caught both their attention. The faintest disappointment appeared on Shinyo's face.
She had to hold back her grin because of the nice interruption from his son. Pushing Shinyo away from her, she continued eating in peace since now Shinyo needed to get Keigo ready for school. Or so Shinyo thought.
“I can bring him,” Amaya offered while putting her dishes in the sink.
“Nah.” Shinyo declined: “No need for your help.”
“Shin, and I mean every offense, you need to be ready in five minutes, and you smell like the day I took you two in.” Turning around on her heel, she glared at the man. “I will not let you drop him off if you are not at least a hint presentable, which you are not.”
Having no further argument other than ‘He is my child,’ he reluctantly agreed. Shinyo made sure Keigo was ready and let him off with Amaya.
“Make sure to be careful, aye?” He ruffled the fluffy blonde hair of Keigo, who nodded while making a slight frown at his dad for wanting him to cause trouble.
Following Amaya with his tiny taps, Keigo made sure to leave a decent distance between them. Especially after everything that had happened to him and his dad, he grew to be cautious of new people. While Amaya was not a complete stranger anymore, he couldn't deny how difficult it was for him to read the woman.
Much like his mother, he was hard to read but different. It was almost comforting to him, like a thought deep in his mind that told him it was okay to not know what she was plotting because she never lied to him.
“By the way, your dad is stupid,” the woman laughed, turning her face to see Keigo.
He blinked, confused. Didn't she used to say she loved him? What if she is trying to get rid of him like…?
“I hope you don't mind, but I thought it would be a nice idea to get ice cream and go to the playground to meet Touya and Mao, because it is not Monday but Sunday.”
Now Keigo had to blink again before processing her words. His little wings fluttered in excitement at seeing the other two again. Another thing that now made sense was her keeping it a secret. Most problems of his dad were solved for some time, but he doubted Endeavour or Harima would want to see him again.
“Mao too?” he asked, hopping closer to Amaya now to grab her hand. It's soft and warm.
Keigo still remembered the last time he saw the girl was back on Harima's ship and on the trial. She was funny and energetic, helpful as well. Without her mobility of her body, he was not sure if he made it with Touya out alive.
Let alone this quick friendship saving his dad's life.
She nodded in agreement. “Minori told me on the phone Mao would visit with her father for some unfinished business. Of course she was against her precious little thing being caught up in it and asked me to keep an eye on her.”
He really couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy, greedy, ungrateful—
“KEIGO!” a girl yelled and ran up to him. Practically running him over with her hug. Her smile was as bright as the sun, and her happiness consumed every word. “How have you been? Is your dad treating you well? It's been so long since we've seen each other,” the girl rambled on.
Only Touya stopped her excitement. “Hey! You are suffocating him. Let the chicken breathe.
With a kind of embarrassed laugh, she let go of Keigo. Eyes sparkling like the night sky. “Sorry, I just haven't seen you since… well… everything.”
“You almost killed me earlier as well!” Touya complained.
Young Takami was only happy to see them both again. Of course he saw Touya every week, but it still made him happy to have a friend. And because Mao is here too, he was now blessed with two friends. Even if they were bickering like Mr. Wolf and his dad.
He looked up at Amaya, who just nodded before sitting down on a bench at the playground.
It didn't take long before the fight ended and the three were playing almost peacefully together.
Amaya took the opportunity to take a photo and sent it to Shinyo. A small smile was resting on her face as she sent the picture. It would probably take some time before she got an answer, so she switched over to some work files she needed to read. The three were able enough to take care of themselves, and she is still nearby if something does happen.
Some people were giving her dirty looks because she didn't watch the kids. Maybe they were correct in a normal setting, but Endeavour’s son and the daughter of a Mafia boss are not normal. Besides, they have proven enough times they can handle everything together.
Them and the two spies Harima hired for the playdate.
The only reason she still had to read over the files was because she got home earlier than usual. A home office deal, so to say. And since she was a workaholic, there would be no way for her to be distracted…
New message from Shin
Maybe one thing.
Chat
Shin: Hey! How dare you let my son skip school?
Amaya: It's Sunday, my love.
Shin: ???? Then why are you even here?
Shin: Wait, hold on! Is that Harimas's girl?
Shin: How did you manage that?
Amaya: My friend called, and I answered. Besides, I think this is a good idea. Keigo hasn't seen her ever since, like EVERYTHING.
Shin: True.
Shin: You should not be on your phone then.
Amaya: There are two bodyguards with Mao; I think they can handle it.
Shin: Fr? Man, I wish Harima would care so much about everyone of his workslaves.
Amaya: I doubt most of them are related to Harima.
Shin: Hahaha, true.
Shin: Maybe doing it like her mother would help.
Shin: Just fucking him.
Amaya: Please, Harima is not that good-looking.
Amaya: And we know the one who thinks otherwise, so let us leave her with this task.
Shin: The pic is cute though.
Shin: We could hang that up on the wall.
Amaya: Which one?
Shin: The firewall?
Amaya: Wrong, we can hang it on the fridge.
Shin: :(
Amaya: Don't cry, you big baby.
Shin: :,(
Amaya: We've been over this. My landlord kills me if we hang anything up on the wall. Once we have a new place, we can dedicate a whole wall to pictures.
Shin: :)
Amaya: It's really nice; I understand you even with those stupid smileys.
Shin: :3
Amaya: I won't recommend you coming though. Endeavour is patrolling the area, and if Harima comes around, you will start a fight.
Shin: HEY! I can behave.
Amaya: Once I see you behave, we can talk.
Shin: Rude
Amaya: Love you too.
Shin: I prove I can behave.
Amaya: Sure, like last time when you didn't want to rip my clothes.
Shin: That's different.
Amaya: Or the time you called Endeavour to ask if he wanted to join.
Amaya: While we were already busy
Shin: That is so different.
Shin: Nice how you avoid saying I railed you.
Amaya: ಠಗಠ
Shin: What? It's the truth.
Amaya: Takami Shinyo, last warning.
Shin: When did I get my first warning?
Amaya: When the government said you were a criminal
“Look at that, she is smiling at the screen,” Mao said before she got tackled by Touya.
“And? Who cares about that old hag?
“Takami”
“He is old too.”
“I think it's cute.”
“Eww.”
With that, Mao pushed Touya away, pulling herself up with her strings onto the playground castle. She clutched her hands together before reciting a story like someone would with Shakespeare: “Oh, but love is the greatest pleasure of the world! Melting the icy heart of a dangerous but stupid criminal only by treating him with civility. Being protected just as much as—” Now Keigo tackled her.
It seems both boys are not very fond of getting a lecture about love. Let alone about the parents from one of them.
Mao didn't mind that; she laughed loudly as the three started playing a round of catch. From the outside perspective it must have looked more like a fight than a catch, because they always ran each other over.
When Keigo was a meter or two in the air, Touya complained about it being cheating, but he was not long in the air before being pulled down by strings that came out of the joints from Mao.
The trio was unbothered by the other kids, who were vaguely scared of them. It didn't take that long before some parents complained loudly, hoping to get the attention of their supposed mother, who didn't react in the slightest.
“Excuse me?” one of the mothers said, talking to Amaya directly instead of making weak complaints.
She turned off her phone and looked up at the other woman, eyebrows raised to pretend she cared. With a neutral voice she asked, “How can I help?”
The mother acted surprised. “Oh, you do realize when someone is talking to you? I assumed you were deaf when you didn't react to my complaints.”
Amaya stared at her, blinking, surprised at the rude statement, “And when exactly were the complaints directed at me? Because I only heard loud statements being thrown in the air.”
That started an argument between the two parties. The mother was yelling at her while Amaya remained calm. It didn't take too long before the entire playground watched the scene.
Keigo watched the scene with unease; he knew he was the cause of the argument. If he had not laughed so loudly, this would have never happened. His small hands were clutched to his body; he was shaking like a leaf in the wind.
Mao and Touya saw exactly how their friend reacted to the vulgar manners the weird mother laid on display. The two stood left and right of Keigo, taking each of his hands in their own to give him a sense of comfort. He was not alone and, most importantly, not the cause. But after so many traumas, it is hard to believe a simple little thing like that. Even Touya, who would never admit it, felt like a failure and the cause of this rude display.
The only one of the trio who had a healthy amount of protected childhood remained the calmest. Mao would not leave an opportunity to call adults out on their behavior, let alone make her feel bad about enjoying the time with her only friends, whom she hadn't seen for half a year or so.
Luckily for the Karen, Mao didn't get a chance to get involved. When a certain pair of red wings appeared with a yawning Takami attached. He lazily laid an arm around Amaya, giving her a small kiss on the cheek before his darting eyes rolled over to the Karen. The woman in question flinched away, mumbling something about mutants and taking her kid to leave the playground.
“What a bi-” Amaya huffed, only being stopped by a hand covering her mouth to stop her cursing. Even through her covered mouth she continued to ramble on; the kids didn't understand, but Shinyo did.
Seeing his dad made young Takami relax again. Now he was sure nothing would happen. His body started relaxing again, and his grip loosened. His friends saw that as an opportunity to go under his arms and carry him back towards the playground. It definitely helped that Touya and Mao were taller than Keigo; they barely had to hold him high.
Without wasting much time, the trio played again; this time they remained calmer and not as energetic as before. The last thing they wanted was to be the cause of another useless scene. Which could happen sooner than later given the prejudice against heteromorphs.
Shinyo watched the kids going back to the playground, smiling at how ridiculous it looked when his son was carried away. “I showered,” he proudly stated to Amaya, whose face dropped instantly.
“You used my shampoo,” she noted, her smile getting a whole lot more sinister. Though just as quickly as her mood dropped, it went back up. “Hope you are not here for trouble with Todoroki; would hate the paperwork for planning a funeral.”
A heartfelt laugh filled her ears; he leaned in closer to her. His body heat combined with the sun made her feel like being trapped in an oven.
“Please, I could take the hot air balloon anytime.”
“TAKAMI!” a roaring voice echoed over the street.
“Yeah, maybe don't prove that statement on a hot day.” Amaya suggested, not interested in the air turning into an actual oven. So even if she doesn't care for the two bickering like an old married couple, she would try to make the two not explode on each other.
Tada! das Geschenk für @chbslove . Leider habe ich es wirlich nicht mehr geschafft ein Bild anzufertigen, aber eine Fanfiction ist es trotzdem noch geworden.
Ich hoffe du freust dich darüber^^.
Tags: Angst & Fluffy family content
Word count:953
Hätte man ihm vor ein paar Tagen gesagt, dass jetzt alles leer sein würde, hätte er gelacht. Eine absurde Vorstellung, an die er jetzt nicht mal wagt zu denken. Würde die Erinnerung sich zurückschleichen in seinen Kopf, wüsste er nicht, ob er es länger schafft, keine Tränen zu verlieren. Es reichte schon, dass die Träume, nach denen er sich sonst verzerrte, ihm ein Messer im Rücken sind.
Nun stand er vor dem großen Bett, in dem er seit Kindertagen am liebsten seine Zeit verbrachte. Die Kissen waren frisch aufgeschüttelt, so dass die eher flachen Säcke fluffig erschienen. Glatt lag die dünne Decke auf der Matratze, unberührt. Seine Hand ruhte auf dem Bettgestell. Stille erfüllte den Raum.
Keinem seiner Brüder ging es gut, aber wie konnte es auch? EOS – Nein, er musste seine Gedanken ablenken. Seine Hand verließ die Stütze des Bettes und er drehte sich rasch um. Dass er dabei geradewegs in den Türrahmen rennt, nachdem er die Tür öffnet, das konnte er nicht kommen sehen. Seit einiger Zeit konnte er Vieles nicht mehr aus seiner Sicht wahrnehmen. Genauer gesagt seit dem EOS – jetzt dreht er sich mit seinem Gedankengang schon wieder im Kreis.
Auf Krampf versuchte Zeke nicht, an die Ereignisse zu denken, nicht darüber zu sprechen. Er würde nicht mehr in der Lage sein, der starke Bruder zu bleiben. Auch wenn er es nicht zugeben mag, möchte er nicht vor Fips schwach sein. Egal wie oft und fies er seinen Bruder quälen mag, es ist am Ende immer noch sein Bruder. Da Besagter Angsthase ein eher sensibles Gemüt hat, wollte er umso ungerner Öl in das Feuer schütten. Rhun und Klaus hielten es schließlich auch aus. Warum sollte er das also nicht können?
Warum sollte er sich überhaupt so Gedanken machen? Hätte er nicht irgendetwas getan, wäre Eos tot gewesen. Aber wenn es jemand anderes beschuldigt hätte… Hätte…
Immer wieder bleibt er bei dem Wort „Hätte” stehen. Sogar jetzt, obwohl er das Blut seiner Nase runterfließen spürte. Nicht mal der Schmerz des gegen den Türrahmen Laufens ließ ihn seine Schandtat vergessen. Er verfluchte sich. Nur wegen ihm war sein Bruder, den er trotz allem liebte, verbannt worden.
„Zeke?”
Mit aufgerissenen Augen blickte er hoch zu der verschwommenen Gestalt. Er war sich nicht sicher, wer zu ihm sprach, und genau deshalb wusste er, dass es Rhun war. Bei Ihnen allen begann sich etwas zu verändern. Rhuns Verhalten und seine Stimme schienen sich fast in zwei Versionen von ihm zu spalten.
„Geht es dir gut?“ „Seine Stimme war sanft.“
„Na klar", antwortete Zeke viel zu schnell.
Rhun verweilte in Stille. Als ob er ihm nochmal die Zeit geben wollte, seine eigene Antwort zu überdenken. Er wusste schließlich, dass es ihm alles andere als gut ging. Jeder von ihnen versuchte es auf die eine oder andere Weise zu verstecken, doch allen war es klar. Die Situation war beschissen.
Entmutigen lassen wollten sie sich aber nicht.
„Zeke… Ich weiß, dass es dir nicht gut geht.“ „Doch wir können dir nur helfen, wenn du mit uns redest.“
„Wir?“, fragte er nach, seine Augen zusammengezogen, um die Sicht irgendwie schärfer zu machen.
Wie auf Kommando sagten die anderen beiden, die scheinbar auch hier waren, „Wir alle”.
Jetzt hatte Zeke seines Erachtens verloren. Alles, was er versuchte irgendwie zu verschleiern oder einfach stark zu sein, bröckelte auseinander. Und zum ersten Mal seit Langem konnte er spüren, wie die Tränen sein Gesicht hinunterflossen.
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Seit dem kleinen Nervenzusammenbruch sind einige Tage vergangen. Die Brüder haben sich darauf geeinigt, dass sie von nun an regelmäßig zusammen essen wollen. Sie hatten das Gefühl, dass es etwas Linderung bringen könnte. Zumindest, anstatt dass alle auf sich alleine gestellt waren in so einer schwierigen Zeit.
Zeke war zuerst nicht so begeistert von der Idee. Dennoch hielt er sich an die Vereinbarung. Anders als anscheinend Klaus und Fips, die immer noch nicht hier waren. Zeke fand das wirklich sehr störend, er schleppte sich schließlich auch zum Esstisch.
„Sie kommen noch, Zeke", sagte Rhun, um seinen Bruder etwas zu beruhigen. Ihm war schließlich klar, dass diese Idee ungewöhnlich für sie war.
Darauf spitzte Zeke schmollend seine Lippen. „Jajaja!“ „Ist ja schon gut.“
Stille erfüllte den Raum. Sie hatten nicht viel zu bereden. Und ihr nett gemeintes Mobben ließen sie schon seit Tagen sein. Nur für Zeke gab es eine Kleinigkeit, die er Rhun erzählen wollte. Musste.
Doch bevor er in der Lage war, überhaupt seinen Mund zu öffnen, platzen Klaus und Fips herein.
„Hohoho! Entschuldigt die Verspätung, aber Hase und ich mussten etwas Wichtiges machen", entschuldigte sich Klaus und legte jeweils ein kleines Paket vor Rhun und Zeke.
Was ist das?
„Öffne es doch einfach.” Murmelte Fips, gerade so, dass man es hören konnte.
Etwas widerwillig, aber dennoch neugierig fing Zeke an, das Papier aufzureißen. Genau zuordnen fiel ihm schwer, was in seiner Hand war. Es war eine flache Platte mit vielen kleinen hervorstehenden Punkten. „Habe immer noch keinen Plan, was das ist.“
„Das ist eine Schrift, die Blinde lesen können.“ „Fips dachte, es ist eine gute Idee, vor allem, weil du immer öfter in Dinge rein rennst“, erklärte Klaus.
Fip brummte ein halbherziges ‚‘a‘ heraus und fügte noch hinzu: „Rhun kann dir bestimmt beim Lernen helfen.”
„Seit wann bin ich Teil von diesem Unterfangen?"
“Genau jetzt”
Die Stimmung zwischen Ihnen war wohl doch nicht so angespannt wie erwartet. Auf der einen Seite beruhigte das Zeke, und dennoch wusste er genau eines: Er könnte ihnen niemals sagen, dass all das seine Schuld ist. Aus diesem Grund schwieg er und begann wieder fröhlich zu lachen und zu spaßen.
Er musste stark bleiben für alle. Und das würde er auch für immer tun, wenn es bedeutet, dass sie alle auch in 500 Jahren hier sitzen und Spaß haben.
also ich mach hier mal ne zusammenfassung, wie die fanfic sein soll, damit ich auch alles richtig mache (und korrigiere oder erweiter wenn du möchtest^^)
-es ist eine jerky/reader fic
-sie ist in der dritten person geschrieben(sie)
-sie ist auf deutsch
-das hauptthema ist der ship und haupttags sind fluff und angst
-es spielt noch vor den ehrenmänner of the galaxy in der uni
-die hauptcharakterin heisst corey
so, ich glaube das ist, was wir bis jetzt haben. und hier noch ein kleiner vorschlag:
-es ist eine rivales to lovers fanfic (idk, kannst sagen ob ja oder nein, aber dachte so daran die sind beide mies smart und wollen beide klassenbeste sein)
anyway, noch nen schönen tag^^
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Yes!(Obwohl glaube ich das xreader entfällt weil das ja jetzt ein OC XD).
Rivals to lovers find ich gut! Bin mege gespannt was dabei cooles rauskommt.
Maybe aber so das Corey immer genau ein bisschen besser ist. Also legit so nen halben punkt bei gleicher note oder sowas. Fänd ich zumindest lustig (kann aber auch andersrum sein)
hab jtzt eine der fanfics angefangen zu lesen, btw die sind ziemlich gut^^
jetzt wollte ich noch fragen was der name der hauptprotagonistin ist? denn ohne namen kann ich nicht wirklich schreiben... kanns zwar probieren, könnte aber schwer werden. und schon weiblich, oder?
dann noch soll es englisch oder deutsch werden? kann beides machen.
anyway, noch nen schönen tag^^
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Hallo! Entschuldige, habe voll vergessen das da noch eine ask war^^'.
And thank you very much for the compliment.
Also mit namen kannst du entweder Y/N oder Corey benutzen(Und yes weiblich). Falls du Corey benutzt schreibe ich dir unten so ne kleine characterization auf(bzw. Ein paar Eigenschaften, weil Corey is so mein standard OC für alles haha).
Ich denke Deutsch fände ich besser, because deutsches fandom und so:3.
Corey:
Ernst aber immer herzlich
General voll die liebe, benimmt sich aber oft mega gemein
Sagt immer dinge genau wie sie denkt
Auch wenn sie jemanden viel ärgert wird sie beschützerisch wenn andere das machen.
also jerky/reader kann ich gerne machen. würdest du es dann gerne in der zweiten person(du) geschrieben haben? oder aus der dritten perspektive(sie/er)?und mit y/n?(your name)
vor den events von ehrenmänner of the galaxy kann ich gerne machen^^
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Ich persönlich finde dritte perspektive angenehmer zum lesen und schreiben. Bzw. ein Personaler Erzähler oder wie das hieß. Ohne Werbung machen zu wollen, ein bisschen wie in meinen Fanfictions.
also erstens: ships. du hast ja mal iwi was mit julia erwähnt, also eine rose/jerky fic? und dann wann soll sie spielen? auf der erde während mann im mond oder noch bei ehrenmänner of the galaxy? und sollen ships das hauptthema sein oder hast du noch andere themen?
(weiss sind relativ viele fragen, aber hoffe das ist okay)
anyways, bye^^
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Hallo! Entschuldige meine verspätete antwort.
Nein keine Rose/Jerky fic. Glaube da is etwas mit der Kommunikation schiefgelaufen ^^'. Mir wäre lieber eine Jerky/Reader fic, außer du sagst damit fühle ich mich gar nicht wohl zu schreiben. Dann schaue ich nochmal nach nem etwas anderem concept.
Fände es schon interessant wenn es sogar kurz nachdem sie die Mission mit dem Paket bekommen habe spielt ODER sogar noch davor. (Kinda like die gehen irgendwie auf die Ehrenmänner Schule oder so). Aber auch irgendwie das mitzukriegen mit Rose/Julia wäre irgendwie cute.
Wenn du aber irgendwelche deiner ships mit einbringen willst bin ich offen.
gibt es da bestimmte tropes die du gerne hättest? wie lang soll sie ca werden? und nur von jerky und rose?
sry dass ich so viele fragen stelle aber will sichergehen, dass es dir gefällt^^^
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Frag ruhig soviel du willst. Das konzept würde anders ja auch nicht aufgehen:>.
(sag auch ruhig wenn ich dir zu ungenau bin und du lieber eine genaue antwort haben möchtest)
Ich bin an sich immer für alle tropes offen. Fluff, Angst und alles mögliche(the internet made me rotten to the core haha). Ich tendiere zu ner guten mische von angst und fluff(fluff überwiegend). Kein fan von krassen missverständnissen wo man das legit einfach mit zwei sätzen regeln kann(kann aber auch gut gemacht sein(vorallem mit Jerky)).
Mir is vorallem wichtig das Jerky vorkommt(obviously). Kannst aber gerne alle characters einbringen die für deine spätere idee wichtig sind.
Die länge kannst du gerne selber entscheiden. Mache es so wie es zeitlich in deinen plan passt. Ich erwarte jetzt nicht unbedingt einen 30k+ Text, außer das is dein grind dann tob dich aus.
wollte fragen was du dir denn so wünscht. fanart? fanfics? und von welchen/m charakter/en?
ich versuche alles so gut wie's geht umzusetzen^^
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Hallo!
Also angegeben hatte ich glaube ich fanfiction und würde denke ich auch dabei bleiben. Ich lese gerne irgendwie was vom character selber aber fände Xreader schon cool. Würde auch gerne was mit meinem OC lesen, aber das muss ich leider gottes selber schreiben, because why share anything with the internet? 😭😂
Charaktere habe ich mir jetzt schon länger gedanken gemacht und würde eigentlich mal voll gerne was von Captain Jerky sehen:D.
Vorallem weil es ein Photoshoot gab wo Julia Bella Poarch gespielt hatte und Ju mit dem Rücken zur kamera stand(Basically war er da noch halb Jerky). Is schon leichtes simp verhaltenxD
Made with the gorgeous sheets from @kiwiplaetzchen .
And if you get the reference from one info you are very german and probably a HUGE Potterhead.
Both of the MC's are from my story "Whispers of the secrets", which I hope I can update in december again. (Unfortunately both my beta readers are packed to the brim with stuff).
I also took the time to find a way I can work digitally, because switching from traditional to digital is hard. It's still weird but I get much serotonin from it, and that is very good to work with.
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