Hi people! This is my first post on this new account that I'm gonna used to post some of the things I wrote. At least I'm gonna try to.
I want to get back into writing and I'm trying to motivate myself to do so by writing a little everyday, on paper or here it will depend on what I'm writing. It can be fanfic, prompt, original stories... It really depends of my mood so don't expect anything constant or specific from me lol.
I'm a 23 years old french queer woman so my post will probably be queer mostly and sometimes will be in french too, but don't expect smut in here it's not really my type of writting.
I am no professional writer and this is in all fun so any disrespect will not be tolerate and people will be blocked if needed. I do enjoy advice to improve my writing, or if I ever write something wrong about a subject I'm open to learning more.
I'm not even sure anyone, apart from a few friends, will actually see this but if it does reach more people then I truly hope that you guys will enjoy it!
When Rumi met Mira she had absolutely no idea how kids their age acted around each other or what friends interactions looks like. So when Mira, being the neglected and angry kid she was, saw this supposed Nepo baby that looked and talk as if she was above her (she was just being weird because all she knew was Celine and that woman can't be any good at social clues. Also it's my personal head canon that Céline is as autistic as Rumi and that's why her autistic traits went totally unoticed to the woman) and just started to be bitchy with her.
And Rumi picked up on it thinking that must be how kids her age interact with each other and started to be bitchy toward Mira too cause she actually liked her and wanted to be her friend. But that only made Mira act bitchier with her.
Then Zoey came into the picture. Sweet, kind and full of energy. Both girl instantly took a liking to her. She was bright and still a little mischievous. Mira immediately decided she was going to be her partner in crime, her fellow troublemaker.
And Rumi, well she really wanted Zoey to like her too, so she did what she did with Mira. Except Zoey's reaction to it was not the same and she couldn't understand what was wrong. What was she doing wrong.
Zoey was used to bullies and kids being mean to her so she knew how to act like it didn't bother her, even if it actually hurt. She thought that by joining huntrix she'd finally found real friends, and she did with Mira who was so cool in her eyes, but she couldn't help being disappointed about Rumi. She could still see some good in her, sometimes when she let her guard down she was actually pretty nice to be around but it would always end with a mean comment.
All while Rumi tried everything to be liked by Zoey so she started to be meaner and meaner thinking that it would work at some point, until one day she went to far and hurt Zoey who ended up crying. Then Mira exploded on Rumi yelling at her and asking why did she have to be so mean. Only to be shocked by the tears, confusion et guilt on Rumi's face.
"I just wanted her to like me."
"By being a bitch to her !?"
"I just did what we did. I just wanted to be her friend."
That's when Mira realised that Rumi was only being bitchy because she was to her first and that this girl had no sense of what friendship is like. She had figured out after some time that Rumi spend most of her life isolated but she was too blinded by her annoyance to make the connection. She knew she fucked up on that one and she needed to make things right.
After a long discussion between them they made up and Rumi tried to be more herself while Mira promised to be less mean (and silently vowed to herself to always protect them), and Zoey to be more open and tell them when things went too far.
Summary: From that day I swore to myself that I would always be here for her, no matter what. If she needs a shoulder to cry on, then I will provide one, if she needs someone to just listen to her, then I'll be all ears, if she needs food, money, a ride after a party, even if she needs help hiding a body, I would help in heartbeat...
I watched with a huge smile on my face as she smiled back at me. I knew she wasn't truly smiling, it was more a reaction from her face muscles. At this age she was way too young to be able to truly smile, but I didn't care and kept telling myself it was a real smile and that this sweet Angel was sharing her joy of seeing me.
I never knew I was capable of loving someone that much before. But when my sister put her baby in my arms, I instantly felt it, this all consuming love for this little being, my niece, my little princess.
From that day I swore to myself that I would always be here for her, no matter what. If she needs a shoulder to cry on, then I will provide one, if she needs someone to just listen to her, then I'll be all ears, if she needs food, money, a ride after a party, even if she needs help hiding a body, I would help in heartbeat...
When I made this promises I wasn't expecting to be in the middle of the woods, well past midnight 16 years later, digging a hole, with for only source of light a torche.
When she called me, hysterical and in tears I didn't hesitate twice before grabbing my car keys and heading to the party where my princess went that night.
When I got there, I finally got the full story. A guy tried to assault her friend so she reacted and hit him on the head with the heaviest object she could get her hands on. What she didn't expect is for the man to drop dead from the shock.
I knew I had to act fast. She was scared and her friend wasn't in a better state either. First thing first I had to get them both to safety. I took my phone and texted my sister to tell her that I picked them both up and that they were gonna spend the night at my place. Not suspecting anything she just answered with a thumbs up, it wouldn't be the first time I decided to get my niece for a sleepover at my house so it didn't surprised her, I've been doing this since she was old enough to sleep away from home.
After that I gave my keys to my niece and told her to bring her friend to my car and to both wait for me there, making sure to lock the doors behind them.
Next I needed to get ride of the body, there was no way I would let this piece of shit ruin my niece futur. No he needed to disappear. Fortunately I knew exactly who to call. I picked my phone up again and looked for her contact, it wasn't hard to find she was at the top of the list.
It rang 3 times before she finally answered.
"Someone better be dead for you to wake me up this late."
"You're in luck I suppose then."
She was silent for a moment, trying to process what I just said and if I was joking or not. When she realised I wasn't she told me to send her my location she'll be there in 20 minutes then hung up to get ready.
I knew I had choose the right best friend.
I put my phone away after sending her the address of the party. I looked around the place, I needed to find a way to get him out without anyone noticing. There was drunk teenagers all around the house. I had locked the room he was in to make sure no one accidentally found him and alert everyone else.
A distraction that's what we needed right now. It shouldn't be too hard to attract the attention of a room full of drunk teens. Right ?
Turns out yelling shots in the garden was all it took to get everyone out and in one place. It might not have been my best idea to encourage those kids to consume more alcohol but in the state they already were in they didn't even realized I poured them shots of water. I'd make sure the party is shut down after I left. I see my best friend coming out sending a thumb up to signal me that she got him out. I pass the bottle to the first person I see and get out of here.
Once we get to the cars we separate. She gives me her phone and I leave with my car while she takes hers. Right now my first priority is to make sure my niece is safe.
I get both teens to my house and make sure they are settling in.
"What's going to happen now ?” her friend ask me.
"Now you both are going to stay here and try to get some rest. Nothing is going to happen to either of you, I'm handling it, okay ?"
"What are you gonna do?"
I smiled at them both, the most reassuring smile I can provide right now. "I'll do what I have to do to keep you both safe. What happened was not your fault. You are the victim here and what happened after was an accident. I'll make sure nothing comes out of it."
I hug them both before taking my bike's keys. I need to be fast. I left my phone and my best friend's at my house. Just in case. I honestly didn't think that our conversations about what we would do if we had to hide a body would ever came through but I guess now those nights were a good idea.
I arrived where my friend is already waiting for me.
"Took your time bitch. I'm not lifting him alone again. This kid is massive."
"I had to make sure the girls were safe at home."
"Well now's time to dig." She throw me a shovel.
And here I am digging a whole in the middle of the night thinking about the first time I held that little girl in my arms.
"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me?" I looked up at my best friend. She just shrugged.
"Someone need to hold the torch."
"You can't even do the right so help me hoe. The faster we finish the faster you can go back home with your cats."
She sight but picked you the second shovel she brought and start helping me. We finish digging the hole and walk back to the car to get the body.
"For fuck sake why is he so heavy !?" I complain.
"I don't know girl. His parents must be feeding him an entire cow at every meal or something."
With lots of effort we get him in the hole and start covering the body. Once we almost finish she stop me.
"Wait! I almost forgot !"
She ran back to the car and get a big bag.
"What the hell is that ?"
"Plants dumbass. Endangered plants to be exact."
"Is that the once I got you for your birthday last year?"
"Yep."
"So you do have a brain!?" I fake gasp. She just flip me off before getting the plants out.
We get to work and finish planting the plants and filling up the hole.
Once we're done we just silently put everything back into the car and we each take our car and bike to go to my house.
I give my friend some clothes for the night and a towel so she can take a shower while I go check on the girls.
The bitch if them were sleeping holding each other under the cover.
I just looked at my niece. The same love I felt all those years ago when I first held her still présent, still strong like never before. I would do anything for that girl, even the most horrible. I proved it that night and I would do it over and over again to make sure she's safe.
Some times I wonder how did my life came to this? How did I end up in this situation?
Everything seems so complicated. Good and so confusing at the same time.
At times it feels like I won the lottery, everything seems like a dream. Like I'm the luckiest person in the world just to be able to see that smile, to hear that laugh, to stare at that face. I feel happy and free.
But other times, when my mind can't help but wonder, darkness overcome all. Doubts echoing in my head. Shadows that existed only in the dark of my mind, slipping to the surface more and more as time goes by.
The hate, the rage and fears, contained everyday, finds ways to escapes and consume me until I shove them back in the dark corner of my mind, or until they finally put me down.
I don't know how long I can keep going. How long can I keep fighting ? Should I just give up ? But what will happen if I do ? Would anyone really care ? Would they use my end as an excuse to commit something they wanted to for so long knowing they would never be able to come back from it ? Use my name to convince themselves that it's okay to do it ? Use my memory to justify their act ?
Every time I close my eyes I can just see it, hear it, all those horrible thoughts that never leave me. I just want it to end. I want to shout at them to just shut up and let me be, but they won't. They keep talking, they keep showing me horrors, reminding me that it is the world I live in, that it is my life, that anything could happen and no one could stop it. And why would they ? Why would they protect me when most of them caused so much of my pain ? When they put me in danger, disregarding my safety when I was just a child. When the people that were supposed to protect me from this world are the one that taught me how cruel it could be. How no matter what I do, what I say, who I am, I'll never be anyone's first choice. Never. And all those that says otherwise always end up proving me right.
I'm always left behind, put aside in favor of someone else. Because they're more important, more mature, they suffer more, they're just more while I keep being not enough to everyone.
Not enough to wonder how I am, not enough to listen and open your heart and mind to what I'm going through, not enough to see the tears in my eyes even when I'm sitting right next to them, not enough to just talk to me and be honest about everything that's going on, not enough to actually follow through promises made and not breaking them.
I don't know what else I'm supposed to do. I taken any knew thing in a stride, no matter how huge it was. I've taken on the trauma, I listened, proposed solutions, I was there to support and help as best as I could. And yet, like for everything else in my life, it's never enough.
Maybe I should just give up. End my own misery. Maybe that's the only way for them to see my suffering. To understand. To see I'm here too. Or was here to.
Maybe that won't even work at all. Maybe my death would be like my life, not enough for people to actually care. They'd probably be sad at first but would quickly realize that it does matter that much. On the contrary I it was for the best. They wouldn't need to waist time and effort comparing me to others, or complain about I cannot do. They wouldn't have to be bothered with trying to satisfy my emotional needs. It would be better for everyone.
Maybe that's the best way to not ruin her life. She's still young, she wouldn't remember me, she's be saved. She'd be free of me before it's too late. She'd have a better life without me anyway, they all would.
And yet, no matter how many time I convince myself that's the right decision I can't help to think that if I'm doing that, I'll just be like him. Even after how hard I tried not to be. Maybe I am like him in a way. But that only makes it worse.
Maybe if I just do nothing, time and the gods will decide for me.
You accidentally save the goddess of love that offer you to realise one of your wish as a thank you. She expected you to ask for the prettiest girl in the world, or for everyone to fall in love with you, as most people did. What she did not expect however is for you to ask her to teach you how to love yourself.
Idk if someone did it already but Writting prompt whit little Enid excited for her first day at ballet class, showing off her new bright pink outfit, ready to make new friends. The teacher having the kids pair up and Enid is forced to train with the only kid dressed in all black, and that everyone else seemed to fear, but still happy cause she is determined to make this strange girl her new best friend.
Imagine Wednesday asking her parents to enroll her in ballet after she find out about the hardship professionals have to go through during the constant training, putting extreme pressure in themselves and with eachother with an insane competition, and wanting to experience that. Only to end up being forced into a friendship with a young, bright, blond werewolf, and, to her horror, actually enjoying this friendship.
Obviously it turns to a childhood best friends to lover cause Wenclair supremacy
I look around at all the chaos, fear enveloping every inch of my body. The waves, taller than I've ever seen before, taking one ship after the other dragging all its men in the deep of the ocean.
All I can hear are the screams of my camarades, my brothers, slowly becoming quieter and quieter as more of them disappear under the water.
I just stood there, frozen in place, as if time had slowed down, wondering how we got to this ? How one mistake made by one man had caused this ? And why are we paying the price of his decision with our blood ? Us that weren't even in that cave when our king and Captain fought against that Cyclop.
Did it truly matter to get answers now ? It was too late for this. No matter the answer we were all dying one after the other, and I know soon it will be my turn. At that my fear only grew. My first instinct is to pray to the gods to spare my life but I stop myself before I could even get a word of prayer out. The gods wouldn't help. Could you really pray to a god to save you when this same god is the one killing you ? All your friends ? As the shadow of an other giant wave looms over me I close my eyes deciding that no, this god did not deserve my prayers, he did not deserve my last thoughts before taking my life. My fear slowly leaves my body, accepting my fate, thinking of my family waiting for me at home. Of my wife and children. I thought of the time spend by their side, the joy on their faces and smiles. My ears filled with the sound of their laughter, replacing the screams of terror.
A smile grew on my face when I felt my soul leave my body. As I felt Hermes take me and my friends to the underworld I repeat to myself that soon I would see them again. We will be dead yes but reunited at last.
No matter where we find eachother again, as long as we are together everything will be okay
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I got inspired to write this one after listening to Ruthlessness from Epic. This song is one of my favourite of the entire musical but I just kept thinking, how would the soldier feel being killed by a god of the sea while they are at see ? Often when you're about to die you think of your close ones but religious people also instinctively pray to their gods but can you really pray to a god when you're about to die by their hand?
Anyway it's really short cause I didn't want to write something too long (and cause I already started a few mini stories that I still haven't finished cause I keep adding stuff even if it's actually not that long yet). I hope you all like it !
I'm sure it has already been done and if there is a fanfic about it please someone send it to me, but I just kept thinking about the 4 Hogwart's founders being like how we describe the differents houses now.
Helga Hufflepuff being all sweet and baking for her friends when not so long before that she cursed the shit out of someone that disrespected her friends. Salazar Slytherin doing the same at anyone that even dare looking at Helga the wrong way cause even if he will never say it out loud everyone knows that she is his best friend.
Godric Gryffindor walking in on Rowena Ravenclaw nose buried in a book, clearly sleep deprived, in a Sheldon fashion, not knowing if he should try to get her to bed or backing out slowly cause she is scaring the shit out of him.
Godric and Salazar constantly bickering like brothers. Rowena looking all smug watching a fuming Salazar cause she beat him at chess, again, and Salazar being too proud to admit defeat asking for a rematch.
They would be horrified but also somewhat impressed when Helga comes back with an extremely dangerous magical creature that she decided to keep as a pet and called cottontail cause "Look how cute his little tail is !", no matter the very sharp teeth and claws.
Godric being ready to fight anyone saying shit about Salazar cause only him is allowed to talk crap about his friend. Salazar secretly doing the same.
Rowena would randomly start ranting about something new she found or just her hyperfixation of the moment, which would prompt Salazar to say it's boring, even if he doesn't truly mean it, Godric defending her, which lead the two of them to start bickering again while Helga actually keeps listening to the woman, asking questions or adding facts that she knows about that subject.
The 4 of them being like siblings and an example to their students, their personalities and closeness being reflected in the way the different houses interact with eachother, with the Slytherin/Gryffindor rivalry still present but more playful and with no hate.
That is until the fateful day Salazar left the school after their fight. Nothing was the same after that.
Godric was by far the angriest, hiding his pain behind is harsh words. He would often lash out at poor Slytherin students because they reminded him of his friend and the betrayal. Creating, without realising it, a centuries long animosity between his students and his former friend's.
Rowena would burry herself in her work to avoid thinking about it, so much so that she started neglecting her only daughter, that was just looking for her mother's approval.
Helga was the most affected his departure. She would smile and act all happy but anyone could see how fake it was, too much to be real or genuine. She tried to keep face for her students and her friends but often her students would catch her lost in thoughts, a somber look on her face until someone grabbed her attention and her smile was back. More than pain and grief, she felt guilt too. Guilt for not stopping this, for not being able to convince Salazar that his view of things were not right. But Also guilt because of the secret she was keeping from everyone else. When Salazar left he threatened to unleash a monster on the Muggle born students, no one knew what it was, but Helga did. She knew cause she was the one that found the snake, when this one was just a baby, not dangerous at all yet. She gifted him to Salazar knowing that he would absolutely love his new friend, and she was right. They both kept it a secret because they knew the other would try to get rid of it. But now she realised her mistake but still kept quiet not knowing how she should tell the others or even if she should tell them at all. After all even if he had left Salazar was still her closest friend and she couldn't fathom that he would actually go through with his threat.
While his friend were trying to cope with his decision, Salazar regretted it as soon as he left. Once his anger disappeared and he was left with the realisation of what he had done he wanted to go back but he was too proud for that. With time when even pride wasn't strong enough anymore to convince him to stay away, every time he thought about apologising, he would remember his friends face when he left. Remembered the anger in Godric's voice as they yelled at eachother, remembered Rowena's confusion and Sadness and he remembered Helga's pain and disappointment when she looked at him for the last time. That what got him to left. Every time he thought about coming back he remembered them and told himself they we better off without them. He convinced himself that the harsh words Godric told him during their fights were the truth and that he did not deserve any of them. So he stayed away and alone eaten by guilt and remorse of the people he lost.
The school itself was never the same afterwards. The students, so influenced, started to push the Slytherins aside, treating them like outcasts. And the Slytherins, hurt to be rejected in that way by their pairs, decided that if they had to be treated like outsiders they would proud to be, they would follow their head teacher he proud Slytherins deffending his ideas against the entire world if they had too.
There was always a before and an after Salazar's departure. He was part of the soul of Hogwarts, without him the entire school lost it's meaning, it lost it's spirit and became a dark place full of bitterness and tension between the houses that were once united as one big family.
