The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
The plot will be determined by the characters of the site as of now - future plots will change as these forces weigh in on the Wizarding World, and we see where these characters take us. So join in and let your character make their mark!
Minimum word count is 200.
I thought I'd get started using the Writing Hub because I clearly spend a ridiculous amount of my spare time writing, even when it's not on this RP! My recent project that I've started is a little Les Mis fanfic for our very own Spoons! It was meant as a Christmas present, but then I realised I could easily write 100k words plus on the thing, so it was going to become a longterm multi-chaptered fic. But because I've spent so much time on it already, I thought I'd start to share it with you guys too, because this is exactly the sort of thing the Writing Hub is for.
Feel free to read if you're intrigued!
Title: flowers for your grave Fandom: Les Miserables Ships: Enjolras/Grantaire, eventual Combeferre/Courfeyrac, background Joly/Bossuet, Marius/Cosette Description: R. Grantaire is a famous crime novelist, struggling with severe writer's block and unable to find a new subject for his next book. All of this changes when he meets homicide detective Enjolras from the NYPD, who tells him there's a murderer on the loose, using Grantaire's books as inspiration for his kills. Grantaire teams up with the department to help them catch the killer, but finds an unexpected muse in the beautiful and impressive Detective Enjolras.
A Castle AU that I'm shocked doesn't already exist, starring Grantaire as Rick Castle, and Enjolras as Detective Beckett.
CHAPTER ONE - An Angel's Wings (Words: 19,796) (Small preview below!)
“Nah, it’s all the same old shit,” Grantaire said, laughing in his reply. “It’s just starting to get a little stale - I keeping wanting something exciting to happen at one of these things. Or at least, I just want someone to say something new, you know?”
“Mr. Grantaire?”
The voice cut off what would have inevitably turned into a vaguely incoherent, alcohol-induced ramble, but it just seemed to prove whatever point Grantaire would have been making anyway. He gave Bahorel a knowing look before turning to face the voice, his charming smile already forming.
And - well - shit.
He faltered only slightly when he found the owner of the voice to be one of the most handsome men he’d ever seen. A youthful, angular face topped with artistically coiffed blonde curls - a slim frame and a deliciously pouted mouth. Grantaire’s mouth went a little dry just at the sight of him, but that didn’t stop him leaning forward, a flirtatious glint in his eye, when asking, “Where would you like me to sign?”
The man didn’t even blink as he held up a badge in front of Grantaire’s face. “Mr. Grantaire, I’m Detective Enjolras with the NYPD. I’m here to ask you a few questions about a murder that took place earlier today.”
