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A bunch of oneshots and stories with my bf Henry Winter
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You get tired of having to sneak around with Henry.
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Gen rating for now, but may change in the future!
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a simple whiskey meet-up into a frenzy of situations.
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it was at the start of october on that fateful senior year that you had found yourself in henry winter’s illustrious townhouse. from the lacquered brazillian hardwood floorboards to the ivory plasterwork on the ceilings – every corner pertained a certain degree of finery that reflected poorly on the rest of its objects: a well-worn armchair perpetually stuck in henry's physique and fraying at the edges, the trampled rug that snaked upstairs and held all of your secrets, the coffee table with too many wine stains. in the dim light, the dried rorschach looked like blood.
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My Many Loves and How We All Died by hemlcke for troubledsoul
Fandoms: The Secret History - Donna Tartt
25 Aug 2024
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My time at this college has been the closest I have ever been to achieving happiness. The lessons, laying in Julian’s office, the scent of herbal tea in the air and the feel of oriental carpet against my palm; the bacchanals, pure animal ecstasy I traded in for the very morals I once held dear; my many loves — my dear Richard with whom I spent days driving down Californian roads with, Bunny when he kissed me until the sun set low on a frigid winter’s landscape, Henry’s senseless promises of a life far away in a nameless European country, playing the piano for Camilla until she beckoned me over with the prettiest eyes I had ever seen, clinking glasses with Francis until our drunken stupor sent us both into a senseless haze, and when I saved Charles life, which in turn saved mine. It was a cruel fate that these moments where I had felt the most bliss and joy soon compiled into the disaster that was my greatest regret.
Perhaps true happiness does not exist at all.
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Reader joins the Greek class without a clue in the world what she's signing up for.
GUYS I FIXED THE FORMATTING I'M SORRY IT WAS BAD
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You, Reader, are a student at Hampden University in rural Vermont under the name Elizabeth, who goes by Lizzy. Pursuing a career in writing, you are a hopeless romantic who dreams of creating art for everyone to love. Though, what happens when you stumble upon a group out in the woods, precariously close to a cliff? Is that Bunny with the other students from the Greek class on campus? What are they doing-? Bunny's body plummets to the ground as you bear witness.
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❝𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩.❞
~ 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘕𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘻𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦You were not supposed to be there on that bitter winter's day. You were not meant to be entangled in a scheme that did not involve any part of your being. You did not wish to partake in any observations that would sway your sense of morality.
Yet, there was a certain fascination to behold a despicable, unfeeling husk wrapped in flesh. How curious was the creature that was Henry Winter.
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"well maybe," she snaps, voice that of a vicious, cornered hound, "one can become so wrapped up in their own world that they can't even see what's right in front of them."
Henry's face, carved and nearly ominous in the white light of snowfall, reflects no emotion. his voice similar, carved as though pulled from the snapping depths of that chasmous stare.
"or, perhaps they've chosen not to see."a silence that cuts through the room, tension seeping from the walls much like the cold air that curls in tendrils through the windows.
his words almost send her flinching. her eyes, a blizzard; fueled by wounded pride and freezing resentment. I felt as though something massive had shifted; something larger than me, larger than any of us.
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heavily inspired by @samak and their miguel ohara/oc fic
henry is a vampire and he needs a taste. will you let him?
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Winter Break at Leo’s got to be detrimental on your health. The days after Henry brings you back to the hospital are filled with the last thing you were expecting: an affair with him.
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Doing Latin homework in your room has turned into a little bit more than you bargained for...
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- Part 1 of Lamplight + TSH Headcanon Scenarios
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pure fluff, what happens when a girl can get Henry Winter Thee Insomniac to go to sleep?
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That Hazy, Gorgeous Summer Twilight by prettyoddmoon
Fandoms: The Secret History - Donna Tartt
17 Jun 2023
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That day, you're unexpectedly distracted from enthralling work by the appearance of an old acquaintance — he turns up unannounced and bears one singular, compelling request. It is an afternoon as golden and glowing and gorgeous as any, merely starting to get mellowed by a sultry, summer haze. You do not know what the following dusk will bring, but deep within, you feel it — by force of a relentless, lingering suspicion.
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Finding yourself at a function that cannot be considered your scene in the slightest, you coincidentally encounter someone who fits into the landscape even less. You are both there out of sheer necessity, more inebriated for your own good, and not exactly taking pleasure in your current situation — until the two of you cross paths, that is. In collision with your enhanced prowess, his lowered guard gives way to an indulgent, yet hazardously confrontational engagement in a place most unforeseen.
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Like nighttime rain, you come and pass unnoticed. The only evidence proving your existence is not paid attention to and dissipates as the day goes on, which is why, in spite of your frequent, quite intense occurrence, you remain undiscovered — each and every time anew.
It must be the brisk, snow-infused New England air that sweeps you into an old acquaintance's apartment on a lonesome night. As you predicted, you find him wide awake, and have only one favor to ask of him; one he cannot help but indulge you in.
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Amor non est medicabilis herbis by ihaveacrushonPeterPettigrew
Fandoms: The Secret History - Donna Tartt
31 Dec 2022
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Сборник reader-insert драбблов с яндере-персонажами и небольшая порция хедканонов под соусом из цитат античных авторов. Угощайтесь!