#henry winter oneshot

[timhalamet]

HENRY WINTER

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#masterlist #fem!reader #henry winter #henry winter x reader #henry winter angst #henry winter smut #henry winter fluff #the secret history #henry winter oneshot

[fleetingcalypso]

HIIII, if you don't mind me asking!

I have a prompt in mind thanks to a post I saw the other day on Instagram, and I think it's PERFECT for an Henry Winters fic, so here it is!

It is said that the ancient Greeks used the throwing of an apple to propose, and if you accepted the marriage proposal you caught the apple mid air.

Imagine that, after years of friendship and relationship, Henry proposes to y/n by throwing her?them? an apple and they caught it 👀👀👀

I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR OPINION

≋ Thank you for being my very first companion in this new beginning. I'll happily indulge you. I can only hope my vision is satisfactory.

≋ Henry Winter x GN!Reader ≋

≋ Word count: around 2,4k words.

≋ TW: Slight misogyny, probable manipulation and toxic relationship, Edmund "Bunny" Corcoran.

Henry Winter is a disease. I took notice the first time I laid my eyes on him. He carries himself as if he is Atlas, mantaining the entire world on his shoulders and as if the it weighs nothing at all. His friend group is not any better, quite frankly: twins, incestuous ones clinging to each other like abandoned pups, a queer young man, with hair as red as the sunset and a mask to put Melpomene and Thalia to shame, an insufferable brat and a clean slate of a man, completely and utterly empty inside, stuck in his fantasy. For some insane reason, I found myself part of this whorehouse as well.

Henry Winter rises above all of them, I fully believe that. The world bends to his will, it always has and it always will. He is the tempestuous sea that grinds down the cliff, he is the wind that bends trees with only a light breeze, Henry Winter in his magnificence is the Sun which the World revolves around. 

He stands on the edge of the lake as I see him, towering over the calm surface, trusted book resting in the crook of his elbow and a red apple in his hand. If I squint and let the sun go into my eyes for a moment, I can wholly see him as Zeus, King of the Gods, unshackled by any guilt or any error he might have upon himself, he grips the fruit of sin in his palm, his thumb stroking the skin of it as if it was a lover’s cheek. “Henry,” I call out to the wind and I feel the Heaven I had created in my mind collapse when my voice reaches him. His gaze breaks from the horizon, it sets itself upon my figure, it feels like I’m no longer standing near Francis’ lake house, instead I’m perambulating through the Elysian Fields, at the edge of the world. This man is a disease, he is a drug, and I am but a servant of his world slowly stealing crumbs of what he offers me, becoming an addict before I can realize it.

“You should have stayed back with the others. I’ll be but a minute.” He speaks and it’s a subtle order the one he gives me, but I’ve never been one to follow instructions, even if given by Gods of his caliber. I am unable to move from my spot. It is an impossible task, almost herculean, how could it be anything else when this is one of the very rare moments we can catch, with just us present.

At my insolent inobedience, his lips tilt up into a grin. It is a swift motion as he tosses the apple to me, an even swifter motion as I grab it. And it ends there: Paris has chosen the one to whom the Golden Apple belongs to. He wordlessly approaches me, spins me around, rests his warm hand on the small of my back and guides me back to the house.

A week later, as I’m nursing him back to health after he's found himself victim to a vicious migraine, his kitchen acts as my sanctuary and it isn’t until after ten minutes of pure silence that his house phone rings, on the other side of it none other than Bunny. “How’s Henry?” He asks, and I doubt he is looking for an honest answer, “He’s resting,” I reply, hoping he might find some other poor sinner to bother. To my displeasure, he keeps talking, tasking me with the lowly chore of having to listen to him.

“That’s too bad! I’ve been meaning to talk to him about something of the utmost importance,” He professes, his smirk perfectly audible in the tone of his voice.

“I’m sure I can pass along the message, what is it, Bunny?” “Oh, I was just wondering if he could lend me a couple hundred dollars before he begins going mental trying to organize your wedding.” Now, this was one of the most dumbfounding sentences Bunny had ever spoken into existence. Even if it was for a fleeting moment, my mind could not comprehend him: ‘your wedding’ he had said, like he expected me to agree as second nature. “My wedding, Bunny?” I sought further information, with not little confusion in my voice, his newly founded dubiety mimicking my feelings. 

“Yes? Your wedding. You know, the one Henry proposed to you not so long ago? Have you really forgotten?”  His ‘know-it-all’ tone doesn’t do much to help me find what grain of peace of mind I have lost. “No, Bunny. Henry did not propose to me, you must be mistaken. We are not engaged, whatever you are drinking is doing you more harm than good.”

“Ah, but I’m as sober as a stone carving, dearest friend,” and there it is again, the mockery that so perfectly encapsulates what Edmund ‘Bunny’ Corcoran is. If Henry is a disease, then Bunny is the plague itself. “And I am not mistaken, I don’t know what the point of acting secretively is now that we all know about your engagement. You’re acting ridiculous.” 

For once in my life, I find Bunny’s words interesting, and for as much as I would love for it to be reality, I know an engagement with Henry never occurred. Lest I was too inebriated to properly recall it.

“I for one,” he keeps talking, much to my dismay when I see Henry staggering into the room, “Would be heartbroken if my Marion were to forget a romantic proposal such as the one you experienced. Ah! I can feel it shattering already, my poor heart.”

“Bunny, I have to go.”

“Wait! What about the mon-” I’m quick to interrupt him by hanging up. With time it’s become almost an artstyle: ignoring Bunny’s requests this way is something not even Henry himself is able to do.

My fingers are still tightly wrapped around the handset, the only noise I hear is Henry’s rugged breathing as he struggles to keep himself upright. Such a prideful man, bested by a migraine. Were I not caught up in an internal turmoil I would have precipitously scrambled by his side, wrapped my arm around his body and guided him to his armchair, but now? Now I watch him, and he watches me. His eyes are like a hawk’s, they pierce right through me.

He hasn’t heard what Bunny said, I know it, I’m certain of it. Then, why is it that I feel like in front of me is not a man, but judge, jury and executioner. He’s waiting for me to do anything, my Achilles’ heel is waiting, standing right in front of me and it seems unsure of what to do: to mercilessly bore himself through me as a spear does to an enemy soldier  or to let me make the first step into the battlefield unharmed.

“Bunny called.” My voice is unrecognizable to me, his hum is enough for me to keep talking, “He is often unruly, foolish and to be completely honest unbearable. One can always expect to be mocked when in his presence,” Why I find myself detailing our friend’s manners is unclear, perhaps I am searching for a grain of context where I can find only unsureness, “But he said something peculiar today, to my surprise. Something I find myself clinging on. It was but a short-lived conversation, yet, it flooded my mind with ‘what-ifs’.”

“Even Bunny has his moments.” His attempt at a joke is but a mere flicker of light humor, a fickle attempt to avoid this situation we are both stuck in. Knowing him, Henry right now would love nothing more than a glass of whiskey and for me to start working on his dinner. So I do. A sigh abandons my lips as I move to the kitchen, and before I know it I’ve abandoned the subject at hand, focusing instead on the sound of the bottom of his glass makes as it makes contact with the wooden table.

Henry, my gentle savior, pops me out of my bubble with just a few words. “I have yet to properly thank you for taking care of me this way.” I feel he wants to say more so I don’t interrupt and as expected my transcendental divinity blesses me with his voice once again, “My kitchen feels right with you in it, there’s a dent in the place you always occupy on the couch, for some reason I can’t bring myself to fluff it out.” A beat passes, “My bed feels warmer with you in it.”

Nights with him weren’t all that rare, but they also weren’t a regular occurrence. I know I’m not the only one to have seen Henry in his most intimate moments, the sheer passion we have shared wasn’t one that he kept locked away just for me. He is a giver, at heart. His heart, although cold and behind bars, has a need to give, all the time. I fear he thinks that if he does not give, then he has nothing himself. 

“Are you saying I should move in with you?” I ask, the spoon I’m using to stir his dinner almost abandons my hands to fall into the pot. He is easier to read than he thinks, or maybe I am a fool with a crooked halo. 

“I feel it is only proper.” His presence behind me is noticeable only when his arms wrap around me, his chest presses against my back and I delude myself this is a display of affection for an invisible audience, I mislead myself into imagining we are in  a house full of people gazing at us with a soft smile on their faces, being participants of what could be our affection for each other. I know better. From the way his arms twitch, my beloved Henry is only using me as a crutch to make sure I am not burning his food. 

“Is it?” The ability to form sentences seems to have fled my mind, “And why is that? Simply because I nurse you back to health?” 

“I won’t lie and say that’s not part of why I want you here. I would have thought you had understood by now.”

Maybe I don’t know Henry as well as I do, because his words strike me with each syllable. “What Bunny said, he said something about a wedding. My wedding, your wedding, our wedding.” 

And just like that the bandaid comes off. And a response never comes. His hair tickles my neck and the cold rim of his glasses sends goosebumps down my neck when he nuzzles his face in my shoulder. Now I’m sure I don’t know him at all.

“Our wedding.” He finally breaks the silence when he notices the spoon inevitably fell into the pot. I hear his soft whisper directly into my ear.

As my head turns to try and find his gaze, my eye falls onto the basket of apples set on the counter. Red ones, like the ones near the lake house. Red, the color of love, of passion and of blood. It ties together the two most gruesome things in human history, a pair that cannot be undone not even by divine intervention: Love and Murder.

“I thought you’d be overjoyed to be my bride. Was I wrong?” There’s a challenge in his tone, he wants to be challenged, almost wants me to deny him, but Henry knows. He knows I cannot deny him, ever. I don’t want to deny him. 

Now it seems so obvious. Henry must think me a fool for having taken so long, even so, teasing him tastes just like sweet ambrosia and no matter how much I try, part of me cannot be restrained.

“Throwing an apple at a girl to claim her as your bride might have been the fashion back then,” His smirk is pressed into my skin as his lips kiss the spot right under my ear, “But might I have to remind you, Henry, not all of us are as knowledgeable about Ancient Greece's customs as you are. It was such an ephemeral moment it did not seem to have much meaning.”

“I’m offended, I’ll have you know I put quite a lot of thought into it.” His hands rest on my waist as they have done so many times, only now it doesn’t feel as inconspicuous as it used to be. I’m the last one to know, this is a first. 

“I doubt aiming a fruit at my face took you much thought.”

“On the contrary, dearest. Were my toss too strong it would have hurt you, and that was not my intention.” His hand is warm, it’s all I can feel when it rests on my cheek, and as he did while holding the apple that day, his thumb strokes my skin. “It was entertaining to see you so oblivious, I have to admit, even if I owe Bunny around two hundred dollars now.”

“What for?”

“He bet everyone that you would not understand what my action meant until someone brought your attention to it.”

“That bastard.”

I have a sneaking feeling a diamond ring will sit on my finger before tomorrow, but for the time being, this is fine. Jewelry, accessories have never meant much, it’s just gold, silver, rubies. The way his lips press against mine to muffle my laugh means much more than any diamond ever could. I’ve spent long trying to not fall in love with Henry, and now I’ll spend even longer knowing what being loved by him feels like. 

He is my Paris, kidnapping me from my rotten existence to be with him, and unlike Helen I accept this fate. Unlike Helen, I love my abductor, I love him so much this doesn’t even feel like a transgression. Henry holds my heart in his hands, as he did that apple, and it is his choice to chuck it as far as he can or to gently place it in a basket in his home. For the time being, he is being as generous as to handle me with nothing but love and care. If our story is to be narrated, like a Greek myth, like a victorious hymn, let it be forever like this, while we hold each other in our kitchen, exchanging the first kisses of our real, unmasked love.

#fleetingcalypso #calypsodaydreams #the secret history #the secret history x reader #henry winter x reader #oneshot #gn reader #reader insert #dark academia #fluff #angst

[incrypted]

This is my first time trying to actually write so it’s probably not good up whatever lol.

I never thought Henry Winter could

F E E L.

But that night,at Francis’ county house when we disappeared to get some more wine for our small little ‘party’.

The way my eyes locked with his in the cold and damp wine cellar as I looked up at his towering form. Our eyes locked,his blues met mine.

The truth is I’d never really liked Henry,he was too proud,too arrogant but when our eyes met my hatred for that man faded in an instant as I got lost in the swirling ocean of his irises.

We stared at each other for a few seconds,no words exchanged when he seized me.

He pushed me against the damp brick of the wine cellar,restraining my hands at either side of my head causing me to drop the bottle of red I was holding.

He stared at me with the most intense gaze for what felt like forever,the music playing from the living room seemed to stop playing as i stared into his usually expressionless eyes and found them to be full of life and desire.

He held my wrists tightly against the wall. Not letting me go until I gave him what he wanted and trust me,

I wanted it too.

The man I despised was pushing me against the wall and staring at me with the upmost intensity,his warm breath breezed my face.He smelled like cigarette and black coffee,his cologne was practically choking me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked,practically in a whisper.

He said nothing,he just stared at my lips before glancing back up to my eyes as he looked like he was fighting a war with himself.

My breathing hitched as I stared at my ‘Academic rival’,I’ve never seen him look so desirable…

He let out a sigh,loosing his war with himself,then leaned in.

Our lips met.

All my hatred suddenly dispurst and in that moment nothing else mattered but him.

I kissed him back of course.

I let out a noise of both suprise and satisfaction as my eyes drew to a close. He loosened his grip on my wrists and my hands went to either side of his neck as the kiss drew desperate and full of desire. He put one of his hands on the side of my neck,keeping me against the wall with that and a firm hand on my waist which felt like it would leave a bruise.

My hands entwined his hair to pull him closer and our lips moved in perfect unison.

“Henry! Y/N!” Francis’ voice called from just above us.

Henry released his tight grip and reluctantly pulled his lips from mine. We both breathed heavily as the realisation of what had just happened fully sunk in.

“Not a word of this. Ever.” He said in his usually cold and harsh tone he had when he addressed me,I simply nodded.

His eyes lingered as he stepped away from me,he fixed his now unusually dishevelled hair before he acended up the wine cellar stairs.

I could hear him speaking with Francis upstairs but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

I sighed and looked down at the concrete floor,the wine bottle I dropped staring back up at me.

“Merdé” I swore in whatever language came to mind first before I stared cleaning up the glass and selecting a new bottle before I too acended the stairs.

Mind whirling about what had just happened and where it left me and my ‘Academic rival’.

I hope it didn’t suck too bad!!!!

#dark academia #the secret history #henry winter #henry winter x reader #oneshot #academic rivals

[runawayolives]

Does anyone write anything for Henry Winter?

X reader, preferably.

I’ve been looking but it seems like no one writes anything for him.

If there’s nothing, would anyone want me to write stuff for him? Because I will.

#Henry winter #the secret history #runawayolives #Henry winter x reader #x reader #oneshots #imagines #headcanons

[ipoxcky]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Secret History - Donna Tartt Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Richard Papen, Henry Winter, Francis Abernathy, Julian Morrow (Secret History), Edmund "Bunny" Corcoran Additional Tags: Why Did I Write This?, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, i wrote this at 1 am, huge huge huge spoilers, Satire, One Shot, Rant Summary:

SPOILERS FOR THE SECRET HISTORY, EVEN IN DESCRIPTION BELOW!!!

Richard Papen (with my twist) rants about Henry and Francis's confession.

#secret history #donna tartt #booklr #classic lit memes #classic literature #lgbt books #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #the secret history #richard papen #henry winter #crude humor #funny

[theyluvlyss]

𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 !

and it's me getting to write henry being a simp🥴🥰. thank you for requesting, I honestly didn't think I'd get any for henry danger, so just this one has me allll /ᐠo⩊oマ !!! So ya, enjoy :).

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

《 ♡ 》 oneshot

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

being the girlfriend of swellview's resident sidekick could be tough sometimes. always covering for him, constantly worrying about his safety, forever missing him...

but, regardless, he always made sure to remind you that you are the most important thing in his life. even if he has to wake you out of a dead sleep to do it...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x henry hart - she/her/hers pronouns! - knows henry's super-identity/works with captain man!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

during season four (and up) (vaguely) - it's mildly implied to be winter

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing (I think? I don't remember, but just in case lol) - yelling (in a jokey/lighthearted way tho) - henry being so boyfriend - a poison ivy knock-off gets featured in here cuz I thought it would be funny lmao - lmk if I missed anything /ᐠ~˕~マ.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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As you stocked shelves and marked down certain pricey items for the holiday's swift approach, you couldn't help but huff. Couldn't help but wonder why it was you had agreed to such a position. Hardly anyone even comes into Junk n' Stuff! Why did you have to play pretend employee for a vacant audience when you could be down in the Mancave with Charlotte and Schwoz, observing and maybe even solving crime and mysteries?

At this point, you might as well have taken real a job at a real shop or store.

But, then again... you were getting the bonus perks of higher pay, given as your boss was a literal superhero. And, because of the fact that the whole of Junk n' Stuff was a front, customers were rare. It was like being on break from three to ten, only ever selling to the occasional old person looking for a rare trinket, or a curious kid looking to resell something "vintage." Whatever the case, you were on your phone for most of the time, and were always happy to work alongside your best friend and your superhero boyfriend.

The third perk, you realized, even if you weren't exactly on the field beside him. You supposed it wasn't all bad. It's not like a lot of other girls had the guilty pleasure of saying the same.

"I work at a fake mom and pop shop that barely gets any customers, but it's okay because it's just a cover up for my boss who's actually Captain Man, and his sidekick, Kid Danger, is actually my boyfriend. My best friend Charlotte and I work to keep him safe every other day, and to top it all off, I get paid more than what my parents make in a week."

You shook your head, huffing to yourself in amusement. Not only was it a mouthful to say, but it sounded insane. Not that you'd ever actually say it to anyone but yourself in your head. But, speaking- er, thinking of...

You pulled your phone from your back pocket, taking your focus off of the box of probably stale snacks you were stacking near the front desk and onto Henry's already open contact. You scanned over your thread of texts between each other, your last message from earlier in the day still left on delivered. You didn't take this to heart, already aware of how busy his missions tended to get. And dangerous, too, hence why you had initially sent...

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my man😙❤️

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Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

Delivered

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And sure, after checking now, seeing you'd been left on delivered the whole time mildly stung. But you understood and didn't allow that to be the thing that slightly dampened your mood. Instead, you remained worried for your boyfriend, contemplating if you should send another text his way. Or maybe even call him. Just to see...

You fanned the idea away, setting your phone face down on the floor and continuing to do your "job." Anything to take your mind off of the peril Henry could be facing right now, and the last thing he needed was you distracting him. You wouldn't be needy. At least, not right now. But you'd continue to wonder what was happening, where he was, what dangers he was facing...

"Oh...! (Y/N)."

You turned at the sound of your name, smiling as Charlotte stepped out of the elevator.

"It's past ten, I thought you'd be home by now."

"Me too...!" You sighed, a dry chuckle leaving along with. "I guess I was just subconsciously hoping Ray and Henry would be back by now."

Charlotte gave her own chuckle and an understanding nod at your half-joking confession, moving closer until she was squatted beside and assisting you with the rest of your stocking.

"I wouldn't worry too much. They got this. They always do."

"I know, it's just-"

"-Besides, it's only Greenleaf. And you already know..."

You two shot each other a knowing glance, finishing her sentence at the same time together before laughing.

"...She always folds for Ray."

As you set up the last of the snacks, the two of you stood, cardboard box on your hip while Charlotte had scooped up your phone and handed it back to you.

"You're right, you're right." You admitted, tossing your head from side to side with a shrug. "Plus, I'm pretty sure her goals are relatively Mother Nature related. Can't say I blame her."

"Excatly." Charlotte agreed. "She rarely ever does any real harm, so trust me, Henry will text you back before you know it."

And with that, you two shared your final goodbyes for the evening, and your fret had subsided. Like you said, she was right, Greenleaf more of a particular "low level" classified supervillain, which meant an easy battle. If you'd even call it that. You predicted that right about now, Ray was doing his best to appeal to her charm and romance to subdue her, and though gross... it always seemed to work, so you didn't question it.

With that in mind, you finally decided to call in, clocking out for the evening and daydreaming on the walk home of a hearty dinner, a hot shower, and the warmth and cozy of your bed.

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In the comfort of your room with your nighttime routine accomplished, you remained settled in bed with your eyes glued to your phone. Maybe not the healthiest option, but TikTok was very compelling in the late evenings. Especially when you needed a good laugh or a new song/audio to discover and add to your playlist. You scrolled endlessly, allowing the time to tick by without worry or care because tomorrow (in an hour or two) would be a stress free Saturday.

The millionth swipe upwards of your thumb brought you to your next video, a boy and a girl close in age to yourself participating in a trend that had been circling around for a little bit. It was cute, the way they both adorned wide, cheesy smiles, and their pajamas matched with each other. Even while they performed a popular dance, sticking to routine, you could sense the chemistry they had with one another through the screen. All of it ending with the boy scooping her into his arms, littering kisses across her face that she giggled at over the music.

If anyone asked, you'd be a little embarrassed to admit that you had let the video replay several times before giving it a like and then scrolling away. But, you couldn't - no - wouldn't deny the achy feeling it left you with.

Suddenly, you were no longer laughing at everything you saw and/or heard. No longer wishing to be on the app itself any longer because the ache in your chest was growing too much to bear. Too much for you to ignore, thinking about that random couple and their adorable antics.

How much it reminded you of your own boyfriend; how much you really did miss Henry. It wasn't like you didn't see each other often, practically every day. But it didn't stop you from always wishing to be near him, that he was with you. Family, school, and being a superhero did take up quite a bit of his attention, not that you doubted you were the fourth thing on his list. Selfishly, you assumed the second, at least...

But anyhow, in an attempt to rid yourself of the ache and to refrain from pestering him, you migrated from TikTok to your gallery, scrolling around until you reached a large cluster of pictures and videos from days past.

First thing, you were met with a short thread of silly pictures, Henry striking poses and making faces he'd forbid from showing to anyone, and you immediately sent them to Charlotte and Jasper agreed, for the sake of his dignity. Or just some random action shots, the complete blur of his figure due to moving too fast, which you would keep because they were still funny, after all.

But eventually, you came across a video, it automatically playing as you watched in reminiscence of your time at the mall together. You were both fresh from a Bath & Body Works, your phone's point of view shaking and aimed as though it were snooping around in your bag before pulling away and revealing your hand being held by none other than Henry himself.

"What'd ya' get me?" You chirped as though you hadn't just shown the audience already. But, it was clear you wanted to hear it from him at the time, both past/video and present you giggling at the way Henry shot a smirk your way with eyes that read, "Really?"

"What I always get you." He answered simply, looking ahead as you two walked. "The world."

"Harhar." You could be heard giving an equally sarcastic laugh before adding, "Yes, but specifically this time."

"Boba and (signature/scent)."

Again, both past/video and present you shared another laugh, and you were sure of the fact that you were admiring him shamelessly with your eyes full of love at that moment, just as you were now as the video went on.

"How come?" You pressed with glee, Henry's head shifting back towards you as he spoke.

"'Cause I love you. 'Cause you deserve it. 'Cause it feels gooood."

He laughed along with you at the way he elongated his words at the end of his sentence, a quirk he picked up from who-knows-where that always had you playfully rolling your eyes. In real time, though, the video had ended there, and you were swift to find another one, craving more of that feeling... that mock-comfort of Henry being with you when he actually wasn't.

It was the best you could do, for now, so you'd continue, snuggling deeper into your blankets and pillows while his voice kept ringing out from your phone.

"You smell really good." Was his first comment, ironically per the last video, stated while you admired yourself in selfie mode before switching to the back camera.

He was already stalking closer towards your position on his bed, in his room, before flopping down right into your lap and looking up at you like a puppy.

"And I love your eyes."

"My eyes?" You questioned, as though you were surprised, or as if he should be talking about someone else's.

"Mhm." He nodded slowly. "Your beautiful eyes and those lips of yours. You're too perfect, y'might have to get that checked out or something."

Your laugh at his joking statement caused the camera to shake, and it made you realize that in the moment, you had missed the way he continued to behold you. To cherish the rest of your features and run his hand against your lower stomach as his face flushed with red at the sound of your giggles. Laughter he caused, which made him happy, you assumed, given the way he couldn't even fight his own smile.

You wished you hadn't missed it all at the time, but were glad you were seeing it now; all of his love that then went poured into one gesture before the video ended.

He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles with a gentleness you were still currently missing, the video ending, and the silence of your room setting in.

It didn't help the ache like you thought it would, possibly even making it worse. And because of that, you thought it wise to call it a night, giving your messages one more check before making the last minute choice to send another. A final one for the evening, because at least that would bring you peace of mind.

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my man😙❤️

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Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

Delivered

Goodnight

I love you sm<3

❤️✨️

Delivered

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"So, uhh... you ever try Olive Garden?"

The woman, hair fiery red and a fitted suit made from the vines and plants she created (which were now being chopped away at by police in light of her villainous attempts), shot the man, Captain Man, a look of confusion and disgust. If her wrists hadn't been bound by handcuffs, she'd send another vine after him just for his obliviousness.

"No. I would never in my life..."

She didn't even have to finish her sentence, the tone implying that she wouldn't be caught dead eating from a place that required slaughtering animals and ripping plants from the ground just to serve "fine" cuisine.

"Is Olive Garden not vegan?"

Greenleaf couldn't even fathom a rebuttal to such stupidity, that fact clearly written all over her face as she was hauled away by more policemen. Ray, of course, didn't exactly catch on but jumped at Henry's shout from behind.

"Dude...!" A pause, striking out a hand to further enforce his demand. "Stop flirting with the supervillain...!"

"I'm-! . . ." Ray couldn't even deny that he was doing such a thing (granted, Greenleaf is an attractive woman), but would take advantage of his older age anyhow, pointing an index finger towards his younger partner sternly.

"Mind your business! Unlike you, Kid Danger, I have had the pleasure of time, which has allotted me the grace of perfecting my wit, savvy, and charm, I'll have you know. So-"

He was interrupted by Henry's gloved palm resting against his face, serving as a method to stop him from strolling any closer while Henry casually scrolled through his phone, his tone all the same.

"Hang on, my girlfriend just texted me."

Ray scoffed, seconds away from letting Henry know that he shouldn't be distracted on the job. That is, until he continued to go on with a flat tone, underlying bits of hilarity under it in attempts to get under Ray's skin.

"Y'know, the thing you don't have? The girl I used my natural born wit, savvy, and charm on to win over?"

"I get it!!"

Henry looked up with a smile at Ray's exclamation, innocently nodding with a swift, "Yeah." before putting his attention back to his screen.

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my wife❤️

Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

9:23p.m.

Goodnight

I love you sm<3

❤️✨️

11:37p.m.

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What had been giddiness at first morphed into a feeling of guilt, thoughts of your saddened face sinking deep into his brain the moment he realized he had missed your texts. That you had apparently even gone to bed without hearing so much as a word from him all evening.

And sure, he knew you'd probably excuse it the next day, simply telling him that it "was fine" and that you "understood." And while that might be the case, he couldn't help but give in to the thought that you'd much rather have gotten to hear from him tonight. At the very least.

Besides, it's not like he didn't miss you, too. He missed you a lot, actually. You constantly on the brain every single time he fought and/or solved any crime, because if there was one person he'd guarantee the safety of while being in Swellview, it was you. But, along with your safety, he also wanted to make things up to you. He wanted your happiness. And he knew he was one of the sole people who could provide that, therefore...

"Alright, I gotta' get outta' here."

"What?" Captain Man blinked rapidly, unexpecting of Henry's sudden announcement of departure. "No-! No, we have to clean up this mess. Look at all of these vines!"

"Yep, it's...quite the jungle." Henry admitted lacklusterly, nodding to himself before throwing a thumb over his shoulder and slowly backing away. "But, uh, it's Friday, and..."

"Exactly! Friday night, no school, which leaves you plenty of time to help me out. You're on clean-up duty tonight, bud!"

Henry, again, nodded along with Ray's words. He continued to take his giant steps away from the scene, talking fast and only thinking about you in the process, hence why his logic came out a little more than flawed...

"Right, except no, because last I checked, the saying goes, "Blow bubbles fight crime, feels good." Not, "Blow bubbles, fight crime, clean up a mess that's not mine." And, I gotta be honest, that would not feel very good. It would actually feel baaaad, which is exactly how you-know-who is probably feeling right about now..."

"Don't even say her name, kid."

A pause lingered in the air before Henry disobeyed direct instruction.

"I gotta go see (Y/N)."

And he was gone before the conversation could continue, Ray left on his own to help the police with deforesting the city's town hall. And, as much as it behooved him to do so, he couldn't help but admit to himself that if he was still Henry's age with a girl like you, he'd probably do the same.

He huffed, giving his sidekick the benefit of the doubt for tonight.

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Tossing and turning slowly as you woke, you hadn't yet processed what it was that had actually brought you from your slumber until you were fully sitting up in bed, finally able to recognize the sound as a gentle knock.

This then alarmed you, your head whipping around your surroundings in a flurry in an attempt to pinpoint the sound that had spiked up your heart rate in the dead of night. But, once you had managed to place the noise coming from your window, your fear settled into more of a light curiosity and confusion. It brought you from your bed, your feet now met with the cold air around you as you crept forward towards your window.

Steadily pulling back your curtains, your caution slowly turned into joy and surprise, a smile spreading across your face that matched the one on your boyfriend's own face behind the glass.

"Henry...!" You whisper-shouted, his name muffled as he watched you move to unlock your window. He was grateful that you were quick with this action, no longer having to mildly shiver outside while you pulled him through and onto your bedroom floor, admiring his figure in the dimness of your room.

"It's so late, what're you doing here?"

Your question escaped in the midst of a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes while his own darted back to where the clock sat on your nightstand.

12:54a.m.

"I know, I'm sorry, (N/N). I didn't mean to wake you." He apologized, using a nickname that brought another smile to your face once the yawn had passed.

"I just...didn't want you to think I was ignoring you, y'know? I would've answered your texts sooner, I was just-"

"-I know." You cut in with a nod. "I understand, it's okay."

He laughed quietly to himself, all too correct about your compassion when it came to him that he sometimes felt he didn't fully deserve. Like now, keeping his hands hidden behind his back with something that'd hopefully make up for it all.

"It's not, though. I wanna be fair to you with my time. Want you to know that I care about you and that I'll be there for you, whether I'm Kid Danger or just Henry Hart."

"Woah, hey, you're not... just Henry Hart." You corrected, coming closer and placing a tired hand on his shoulder. It was only here that you realized he wore nothing but a white t-shirt, the rest of his super-apparel tied around his waist, red cargo pants and combat boots still intact. Pretty on point symbolism for the moment, if anyone asked you...

"You... are Henry Hart. You're my boyfriend with a lot on your plate, and I know that it's just not fair of me to expect all of your time, which is why I don't. But no matter what, I do love you for giving me whatever you can, so it's very much okay."

You didn't have to be able to see his face clearly to know he was probably just as red as he was in your videos from earlier, his bashful smile going hidden when he let his head drop for just a moment.

"I love you, too." A pause before he quickly debunked your reassurance with some of his own. "And it's not okay, which is why I got you these..."

And suddenly, you realized why he had kept his hands hidden behind him like some wise old man, revealing to you a bouquet of flowers of all kinds. An almost randomized assortment that'd be pretty hard to find in any flower shop. At any shop at all, given...

"Oh my gosh, they're so pretty! It's like, midnight, though, where did you get these?" You squealed quietly, doing your best not to wake up any family in the house while you took the flowers into your hands and admired them the best you could under the moon's light.

"Uhh..."

Henry really didn't know how to answer that, scratching the back of his neck in remembrance of his horrid sneak attempt through his neighbor's backyard.

"I stole 'em." Was what came out way too nonchalantly, leaving you to choke on air while your eyes widened.

"What...?! Henry-!"

"I'm kidding, I didn't steal-... Well... I mean, technically, yes, but not in the way that you're thinking."

"I don't know what I'm thinking...!" You burst through confused laughter. "My boyfriend just told me he stole flowers for me. From where?!"

His eyes shifted from you, to the side, and then back again, folding at the sight of your expecting face looking back up at him.

"My neighbor..." His voice strained quietly, and you could all but sigh and shake your head, letting your nose bury itself back into the makeshift bouquet of freshly stolen flowers.

"That old lady is gonna strangle you with her bare, wrinkly hands."

Henry snorted, sparing you his impulsive thought of the fact she'd have to know it was and catch him first, and instead, fake pain at your light slaps to his chest.

"You're supposed to be a superhero, not a midnight theif...!"

"Hey, c'mon..." He cooed, tugging you closer and smiling when you did begrudgingly move forward towards him.

"...You know I'd go rogue for you any time."

"Y'know, I'm starting to miss Kid Danger." You quipped with a smirk. "At least he'd know better than to pluck flowers from someone's garden."

"Mmm. Fair." He nodded before obnoxiously pushing his forehead up against yours. "But does he kiss you the same way I do?"

"Mmm-"

And before you could pretend to debate the matter, he had done just that, forever gentle with you as he placed his lips on yours and stole any thoughts, stability in your legs, and air in your lungs you had left.

Well, maybe not steal. You'd let him have that any time, the same way he'd bring you flowers at midnight to make up for any of his absences.

Just the thought had you breaking the kiss with another giggle, your turn to grow shy at the attention before you were finally able to fully heal the last little remnants of that ache in your chest.

"You should stay."

You threw it out as a casual suggestion even though you were practically screaming inside for him to say yes. And of course, you got your wish, because what wouldn't he do for you?

"I will."

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨🤭...

but seriously, I really hope you enjoyed, this was super fun and cute for me to write. got me wishing he was under my tree for xmas😔✋🏽.

also, I apologize for this taking as long as it did, there's reasons I have that will be later explained in a separate post/announcement, so ya :'D.

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[drivinmeinsane]

Winter Break ※ 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Three ※ Henry Letham / Reader

{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

※ Summary: During winter break, Henry decides to take you to meet his parents for the first time.

※ Rating: No mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Hurt/Comfort. Self Harm Scars Mentioned, Canon Divergence - Henry Lives, College Student!Reader, Not Entirely Reliable Narrator, Established Relationship

※ Word count: 1924

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

There is a repetitive sound in the room when you wake up, the dry rasping of graphite over paper. You know without looking that Henry is beside you on the bed. The weight of his observing stare pins you in place like a physical touch. You’re sure that he has likely been sketching you for a while. One of his hands reaches out to adjust the way the blanket drapes over your body.

You peer at the clock resting on the floor beside the mattress, staying still while he manipulates the cloth however he wants. It is already past noon. Usually, the both of you would be on campus by now, but winter break allows for small luxuries. No early morning and a lull in assignments feels almost decadent. 

“Good morning,” you say, fighting to speak through your yawn.

“‘Morning,” Henry returns, closing his sketchbook in favor of giving you a less remote kind of attention. He drops it onto the floor before sliding back under the covers to wrap an arm around your waist. You trace the spaces between the cigarette burns on his forearm as though you are an ancient astronomer mapping the constellations.

Just when you are on the cusp of falling back asleep, Henry speaks. His breath blows hot against your shoulder. “I guess we ought to get going, huh?”

You sigh in response, knowing that he is not wrong. There are only so many hours of daylight left and the two of you need to squeeze in a visit to his parents today. You have never met them before and Henry wants to make the trip to go see them, complete with something cooked at home.

Electing to officially start the day Henry rolls away and gets to his feet. You do the same, following him to the living room. While he steps out for a brief smoke, you beeline to the kitchen to start gathering up the ingredients. You are just setting the carton of eggs on the counter when he comes back inside and wedges himself next to you in the narrow space. He immediately starts helping by peeling and grating the potatoes while you dice the onions. Henry heats up a frying pan of oil on the stove, and you set to mixing the shredded potatoes, onion, flour, and eggs together. He begins frying the mixture after dropping sizable dollops of it into the pan. He doesn’t flinch when beads of hot oil hit his bare arm, just watches the food fry with a pair of tongs in his hand. 

As he keeps a close eye on the cooking process, you silently check in with him by running a hand down the knobs of his spine. He nods in response, letting you know he is alright for now. Slightly more at ease, you ready a plate with a folded paper towel and set it on the counter by the stovetop. You do the same with a tupperware container. It will help to drain the excess oil off of the latkes as he takes them out of the frying pan and when you move them off the plate for transport.

He and his mom had made them together every year while his dad busied himself with setting up the chessboard for a lengthy post-dinner game. Henry told you the previous day that it would not feel right to visit empty handed. A last minute dash to the grocery store following that conversation had helped put today’s plan in motion.

You observe him while he cooks, your hands itching for a pen and a piece of paper. Henry is the kind of person that makes you want to write about him, to let endless streams of consciousness flow onto a page. Those feelings made a home in you ever since you saw him hunched over his sketchbook on the floor in between classes. The two of you had quietly observed each other for weeks until you had finally approached him when you needed a partner for an assignment in your only shared class that semester. He had been shy and withdrawn, not at all like he is with you now. 

Coming out of your musings, you move to your partner’s side and begin transferring the latkes. Henry turns the burner off and sets the pan on another to cool down when he scoops up the last of them with the tongs. Now that the cooking is out of the way, the two of you get ready together. You do not dare to leave Henry alone right now, not when he is so vulnerable. Like a stubborn shadow, you will be stuck to his side for the foreseeable future. Thankfully, the next semester is a couple more weeks away. 

With a few hours of daylight left, you both get into Henry’s inherited SUV. He shoves a Radiohead CD into the player almost immediately after starting the vehicle, not able to bear the ambient silence right now. He turns the dial so that it is low enough to be considered background noise. You’re just able to hear the opening lyrics to Airbag over the sound of the vehicle. The tupperware container in your lap is hot, almost burning you through your pants during the start of the half hour drive to New Jersey. The chessboard and its pieces rattle noisily in their case on the back floorboard. The drive is mostly filled with conversation about an upcoming literature class that you will both be attending for the spring semester. Since you first met in freshman year, you have tried to share one class a semester. It gives the two of you something to look forward to during the day.

It is not until you are only a streetlight away from the destination when your nerves finally get the best of you. You turn to your boyfriend with a sheepish smile. “I’m a little nervous,” you admit.

“Don’t be. Mom and Dad are gonna love you. Promise.” He takes his hand off of the Ford Exploror’s steering wheel and offers you his pinky.

You hook yours around his and yelp as he clamps his finger onto it and draws your hand down towards his knee. He lets you go as soon as you make contact with the top of his thigh. You press your palm into the meat of it. The gnarled scar tissue arching across the top of it is apparent even through the material of his pants. You idly trace your fingers over the ridges, soothing you both with the repetitive motion. 

“We’ve got three minutes until we pull up. You’re gonna be fine.” He laughs a little and drums his hands on the steering wheel to the music playing on the radio. “Bet you would steal the title for favorite family member.”

You feel tears sting your eyes and you squeeze his leg. “Unlikely. I’ve heard you talk about them a lot. You’re their boy, Henry. That doesn’t change.”

The other college student just nods. Mahlus Gardens is just ahead on the left and flipping the signal on, he makes the turn through the gate onto the narrow drive. He leans forward, scanning for the right lot. Upon locating it, he slows to a stop. He angles the tires and pulls the parking brake. You sit in silence before he steels himself and unbuckles your seatbelt, letting the material start sliding across your chest. He undoes his as well and drops out of the SUV. He loops around to your side and pulls the door open before you can reach the handle. He skims a fingertip over the bridge of your nose and steps back to let you stand at his side so he can close the door. He snags the chess set out of the back before taking your hand. 

Together, you walk through the grass. One of your hands holding Henry’s and the other carrying the tupperware container. Finally Henry finds the right spot and comes to a stop. Beside you, he takes a shaky breath and lets go of your hand to drop into a squat. You kneel beside him.

“Mom, Dad, this is my partner. ‘Thought we'd stop by. The first night of Chanukah is tonight, and I…” He breaks off, almost curling into himself. You pick up the conversation in his stead.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Letham. It’s nice to meet you.” At your side, you hear Henry let out a small sob and swipe at his face. You put your hand on his back and rub it soothingly. “You’ve raised a wonderful son.”

You both sit on the lawn across from one another and settle in. You place the tupperware in the middle and Henry takes out two latkes and places them side by side in front of the family gravemarker. Henry sets up for a game of chess. As you play, you eat despite neither of you having much of an appetite. The food is comforting though, enough so that Henry manages to relax. He tells stories about his childhood, filling in for his parents, embarrassing stories and all. In return, you talk about how the two of you met. You share some of the best moments you have had with their son. It is bittersweet. An ache settles in your chest.

Once the sun is finally starting to tap the horizon, Henry calls a close to the match, you’ve been locked in a stalemate for the last half of it anyway. Your fingers brush as you jointly put away the game. He stands and dusts his pants off before offering you a hand up. You allow him to help you to your feet. Before making the journey back to the vehicle, Henry rests his hand on the stone for a moment. 

“Bye, Mom, Dad.” He makes no promises to be back. 

You are the one who drives back to the apartment. Henry looks out the window the entire time, biting at the sides of his fingers. He looks wrung out, on the cusp of screaming or crying. Maybe both. There is a reason you both had decided to save the visit until the break. Going to class and managing emotions would have been difficult. This is Henry’s first Chanukah without his parents. There was no way of knowing that the previous one would end up being the last.

You put the Explorer in park once you pull into the crowded parking lot of your apartment complex and tap his arm. He follows you to the door, emotionally exhausted. The tupperware container goes in the fridge and once you vacate the kitchen, you meet Henry at the window. The Shamash is in his hand as he looks down at his family menorah. It was one of the only things he had kept that belonged to his family. It was passed down through his father’s side for generations. You had painstakingly helped him clean and polish it the night before, a task he and his dad used to do together every December.

Once at his side, you pick up the lighter resting on the window ledge next to the menorah. You flick the wheel. It lights in a smooth motion, flame steady. You offer it to Henry. He tilts the candle and holds the wick in the fire until it ignites. You stand at his side in silent support as he wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue. He shakily starts to recite the blessings, tears running down his face.

#12 days of goosemas #stay (2005) #stay 2005 #henry letham #henry letham x reader #henry letham fanfiction #stay 2005 fanfiction #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling fanfiction #.my work #.my posts

[rivstyx]

Hey! Could I please ask for a NatM fic recommendation? I don't like oneshots or pwp so Idk where to start tbh

YES of course you can my dear anon! it sounds like you're looking for longer, more plotty stories, so here are some fics that may fit that description:

The Barn Raising by PoetryInMotion (7,463 words)

The Old West's barn has been demolished by a fetch-related accident. When they get a new one, the Western denizens throw a good old-fashioned barn-raising party. Jedediah decides to invite Octavius (and both secretly hope that they can kindle a romance between the do-si-do and the two-step).

some classic fluff. if you grew up a yeehaw like me, you'll love the little touches of Western culture; if not, you can still appreciate how damn cute this fic is

Down Then Left by mournwiththemoon (36,024 words, incomplete)

Octavius is balls deep in the closet and a mild midlife crisis. Jedediah just wants to fix the elevator. AKA the corporate loser x mechanical engineer AU that literally nobody asked for.

modern AU that i'm obsessed with. octavius is a sad divorced sandbag, jed is an obnoxious wannabe country singer, and i love them both with all my heart

He Loves Me Not by orphan_account (25,820 words)

Jed stumbles across a stack of unsent/unfinished love letters from Octavius to an unknown person in the museum. Jed sets out to find out who. Not because he’s jealous. No, not all.

big romcom vibes. it's not miscommunication, but it's not not miscommunication

if this was a cowboy movie (i'd give you my boots) by Liviapenn (10,180 words)

There are secret articles in our treaties with the gods, of more importance than all the rest, which the historian can never know.' -- Henry David Thoreau. This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you. -- Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"

ok this one only sort of fits the bill, but i love it too much not to rec it. it follows jed and octavius as they walk back from the car wreck in movie 1 and tell each other stories about their pasts

living beyond your years (acting out all their fears) by Riv_Styx (16,447 words)

“Go,” Octavius repeated. “Run. I am with you.” Jedediah did the one thing he never thought he was capable of doing. The thing he would have sooner died than chosen of his own accord. He ran. Secret of the Tomb AU. Octavius doesn't make it out of Pompeii; angry and grieving, Jedediah goes home alone. Meanwhile, for Octavius, his whole world changes overnight. The new museum is thriving on the magic of the tablet, but it's not where he belongs. It's going to be a long way home.

oh look a familiar name!

my heart will stop in joy by HungryOnMain (12,433 words, incomplete)

A temporary exhibit, on display at the AMNH for a limited time, brings forth a vengeful force from the past. Terrible, painful memories bubble up from the depths of the minds of everyone on display. They can be taken, and joy restored - for a price.

dark, fucked up, and utterly addicting. i eagerly await every serving. this one says "hey, forget kahmunrah - what else could tablet magic possibly do in the wrong hands?"

Any Weather (series) by EwokRae22 (151,470 words)

On a lucky break from McPhee, Larry brings the exhibits on a winter vacation north of New York. He has everything prepared, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Because nothing can stop Jedediah and Octavius’s useless and oh-so-tiny longing for each other, not even the snow.

a fandom classic! the series follows jed and octavius through some wild adventures and features some genuinely heart-wrenching twists

Cacoethes (series) by Anonymous (25,927 words)

A deeper look into Jedediah and Octavius's experiences during Battle of the Smithsonian, and a look at what could have happened after the end.

take the hourglass scene from natm 2 and turn the homosexuality up to eleven, and you've got cacoethes - though the rest of the works in the series are definitely worth the read!

hope this helps! :D

#riv recs #natm #jedtavius #natm fic #natm fanfic #natm fanfiction #natm fandom #night at the museum #night at the museum fic #night at the museum fanfic #night at the museum fanfiction #night at the museum fandom

[greenandsorrow]

Hello everybody💖

I have an important announcement to make and I know you're not gonna like it but I hope you can understand... HIATUS ALERT 🤭🎉🎉

I'll be answering comments and asks. I'll also ✨indulge✨ if you want to have a little chit chat, but I won't be posting anything. *inactivity intensifies*

I'll come back stronger so don't worry. It's probably gonna be for a month or so. And I'm still gonna write all the stuff I have talked about.

Upcoming fics!

requested deaf!reader x the Hazbin gang hc

The price for misbehaving - rut!Alastor (the continuation of it)

The fox - Alastor (the final part)

requested nun!Alastor oneshot

more Angel Dust & Alastor content in general

Hazbin AU that follows the events of the show (pilot included) x OC

What once was - tsh Henry Winter x OC multi chap

After Dark - Officer K multi chap

That Court Gentry oneshot I had talked about moons ago

I can fix him - William Afton multi chap

Pennywise multi chap

Hello my old heart - Thorin x faerie!reader multi chap

Ledger!Joker oneshot

Matrix fic

David 8 content in general

Strangers things multi chap (Billy x reader)

Darth Maul and Mando content

Also some BBC Sherlock but probably in the far away future

Too many fandoms, I know it's confusing... but you can always ask to be tagged to any of the multi chaps, or even to the unreleased oneshots.

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in a winter wonderland - (3,5k words) (extended skywalker family) (modern setting, christmas shenanigans) (oneshot)

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just between us, did the love affair maim you, too? - (2,8k words) (han x luke) (inspired by all too well: the short film by taylor swift) (oneshot)

i said, "i love you" (you say nothing back) - (2,7k words) (cody x obi-wan) (inspired by say don't go by taylor swift) (oneshot)

i got nothing to believe (unless you're choosing me) - (11,7k words) (din x luke) (inspired by one specific scene in shadow and bone) (2/2 chapters)

sacred touches & wasted days - (16,3k words) (din x luke) (inspired by call me by your name) (oneshot)

balancin' on breaking branches - (5,3k words) (din x luke) (inspired by exile by taylor swift) (oneshot)

~ red white and royal blue ~

if we loved again (i swear i'd love you right) - (3,7k words) (henry x alex) (canon divergence, inspired by back to december by taylor swift) (oneshot)

would you be mine (just wanna be with you) - (2,7k words) (henry x alex) (inspired by american boy by estelle & london boy by taylor swift) (oneshot)

english love affair - (9,3k words) (henry x alex) (inspired by english love affair by 5 seconds of summer) (oneshot)

until the sunrise, hold me tight - (4,3k words) (henry x alex) (inspired by greys anatomy) (oneshot)

running through rose thorns - (6,7k words) (henry x alex) (angst with happy ending) (oneshot)

~ marauders era ~

i know heaven's a thing (i go there when you touch me) - (8k words) (james x regulus) (a snippet from paper rings universe) (oneshot)

watch it all burn - (4,3k words) (james x regulus) (inspired by first burn / the reynolds pamphlet from hamilton) (oneshot)

paper rings - (92,7k words) (james x regulus) (briefly inspired by paper rings by taylor swift) (12/12 chapters)

robbers - (2,5k words) (james x regulus) (inspired by art heist, baby! by otrtbs) (oneshot)

the end is here - (5,8k words) (james x regulus | regulus & sirius) (inspired by star wars: revenge of the sith) (oneshot)

better than revenge ('cause he's like so whatever) - (14,1k words) (james x regulus & regulus x barty) (inspired by better than revenge by taylor swift & girlfriend by avril lavigne) (oneshot)

hoax - (25,7k words) (established barty x regulus; past james x regulus) (inspired by white collar (TV show) (4/4 chapters)

don't you (forget about me) - (21,3k words) (barty x regulus) (inspired by the breakfast club) (oneshot)

golden days of yore - (15k words) (james x regulus) (christmas fic inspired by art heist, baby! by otrtbs) (oneshot)

last christmas - (17,9k words) (james x regulus) (inspired by last christmas by wham!) (3/3 chapters) 

it's all over (it's not meant to be) - (4,2k words) (james x regulus) (major character death) (oneshot)

you can't force the stars to align (when they've already died) - (3,9k words) (james x regulus) (inspired by euphoria) (oneshot)

kiss in the kitchen (like it’s a dance floor) - (6,3k words) (james x regulus) (domestic fluff) (oneshot)

anti-hero - (1,3k words) (regulus character study) (oneshot)

a little love is better than none - (4,9k words) (unrequited barty x regulus) (oneshot)

living for the hope of it all - (8k words) (not actually unrequited james x regulus, unrequited barty x regulus) (sequel to a little love is better than none) (oneshot)

what a ghostly scene - (10,9k words) (james x regulus) (major character death) (oneshot)

somethin’ stupid (like, “I love you”) - (14,7k words) (james x regulus) (oneshot)

the other side (without you) - (7,7k words) (james x regulus) (major character death) (oneshot)

~ haikyuu ~

seventeen - (56,3k words) (tooru x hajime) (inspired by seventeen by troye sivan) (6/6 chapters)

the ballad of a dove - (9,1k words) (tooru x hajime) (heavy angst; hurt/comfort) (oneshot)

champagne problems - (8,7k words) (tooru x hajime) (inspired by champagne problems by taylor swift) (oneshot)

dark paradise - (49,4k words) (tooru x hajime) (spies & secret agents au) (4/4 chapters)

easy - (25,2k words) (tooru x hajime) (inspired by easy by troye sivan) (6/6 chapters)

everything has changed - (6,6k words) (tooru x hajime) (friends to lovers) (oneshot)

sedecim - (3,6k words) (tooru x hajime) (exes to lovers; open ending) (oneshot)

eternal promises - (3,8k words) (tooru x hajime) (royalty au) (oneshot)

afterglow - (7,3k words) (tooru x hajime) (angst with happy ending) (oneshot)

let me go (we'll meet again soon) - (8k words) (tooru x hajime) (inspired by anohana) (oneshot)

fragile & composed - (3,5k words) (tooru x hajime) (character study; heavy angst) (oneshot)

mystery of love - (11,4k words) (tooru x hajime) (royalty au; arranged marriage) (oneshot)

calls from argentina - (4,2k words) (tooru x hajime) (angst with sad ending) (oneshot)

pacify her - (5,6k words) (tooru x hajime) (inspired by pacify her by melanie martinez) (oneshot)

comfort crowd - (1,8k words) (tooru x hajime) (friends to lovers) (oneshot)

found & lost - (8,5k words) (tooru x hajime) (major character death) (oneshot)

so it goes... - (56,2k words) (tooru x hajime) (inspired by la casa de papel) (7/7 chapters)

#crys apricusapollo navigator

[safarigirlsp]

✨🍁🐈‍⬛🎃💛✨ Halloween Schedule and Request Info ✨🍁🐈‍⬛🎃💛✨

✨🍁🐈‍⬛🎃💛✨ It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year! ✨🍁🐈‍⬛🎃💛✨

REQUESTS OPEN FOR HALLOWEEN

This is my favorite time of the year! And as far as I’m concerned, Halloween runs from September 1 - November 15, which then becomes Winter and Christmas through December 31! For the next two months, it’s full steam ahead for anything and everything related to Autumn and Halloween!

For the week of Halloween, October 24 - October 31, I’m going to be posting a big daily oneshot that will range in size from 5k to 25k! Look for a mix of horror, humor, romance, and adventure!

It’s possible there be other writing throughout this time too.

Halloween always results in some of my favorite AUs! Exorcist Jacques, Sleepy Hollow Kylo, Werewolf Flip, Magician Kylo, Vampire Jacques, and Black Knight Kylo!

Here is what’s on the menu for the week of Halloween, October 24 - October 31:

Monster Monday - Zombies, Cryptids, Mummies, Dragons, Killer Rabbits, and any Monsters not covered by another category. ☠️🎃🧟‍♂️

Transfusion Tuesday - Vampires! 🌙🧛🏻🌙

Werewolf Wednesday - Werewolves! 🌕🐺🌕

†hursday - Demons, Devils, Possession, Exorcists, Occultism, and any related themes. 🔥😈🔥

Phantasm Friday - Ghosts, Ghouls, Specters, Hauntings, and everything else that goes bump in the night. 👻🪦☠️

I Put A Spell On You Saturday - Witches, Magicians, Spells, Curses, and anything similar ✨🐈‍⬛✨

Sunday, Bloody Sunday - Murder, Mayhem, Slashers and Serial Killers. 🪓☣️🔪

My Official Lineup for the week will be announced October 1.

For big oneshots, I’m only writing for Jacques, Flip, and Kylo. I am open to ideas for Clyde and Henry that would be shorter.

Some AUs that I’m partial to that will make an appearance this year in some fashion are Vampires, Witches, Devils, Gunfighters, and vengeful Murderers if anyone enjoys those concepts too…

Please send me requests, ideas, thoughts, HCs, anything you like. I’ll pick my favorites or, very likely, a combination of a few, and I’ll write a oneshot. Feel free to send in multiple ideas or requests! The more ideas to choose from, the better! All AU concepts, time periods, etc are welcome. Read my Pinned Post & Masterlist for things I like if you want a leg up on getting a request written, and for things I won’t write. For those of you who are newer here, I don’t have much interest in requests like ‘a romantic everything with Kylo,’ and I’m looking for concepts I can turn into longer full stories.

Here is a Prompt Masterlist

Here is a Halloween Fic Masterlist

Here are my Halloween fics from last year

Please follow @kyloremus here and on Twitter bc she is going to be posting 31 days of Halloween edits!

Tagging some interest parties and accomplices!

@in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @mrs-gucci @gabesprincess @babbushka @young-frankenstein @iamburdened @mrs-zimmerman @reborn-rekall @queeniebee @lumberjack00fantasies @maybe-your-left @rynwritesstuff @candycanes19 @caillea @cas-backwards-tie @mythrielofsolitude @ghoulian13 @icarusinthesea @darkhairedmenrule @reyloaddict55 @fizzywoohoo @heartlight-starlight @richbrittstein @woken-ariadne @clydesfavoritegirl @emi11ie @bensolodyad @danidanisara @thepalaceofmelanie @celiholland @durangoninetyfive @zillymaz @gotham-city-uber-driver @the-fangirl-diaries @when-witches-go-riding

#my stuff! #my writing #best #halloween

[incrypted]

More of me trying to be a writer lol

It was a particularly chilly afternoon but the cold was kept at bay by the warm environment of the Greek classroom.

I was in the middle of a particularly tricky translation of the passage Julian had chosen for us to use.

I looked up from my paper and my eyes wandered around the room in though when I looked to my left and found Henry looking back at me.

His blue eyes were narrowed behind his wore rimmed glasses and he stared at me in such a way that I began to grow insecure. My eyes darted back to my paper then back up at him,expecting him to have just been curious as to why I was looking around but when I looked back I found him still staring.

I stared back,wanting him to know I had caught him looking. I widened my eyes at him and raised my eyebrows as if to say

-What?-

He seemed amused. He raised his brows as well and his head fell on a tilt as his lips curled into a sort of smirk.

I felt heat creeping up my neck and I had to look away,embarrassed that he only needed to smirk to have me falling apart at the seams.

I let out a slight sigh and looked down at my unfinished Greek translation and my ink stained hands from my fountain pen that I held between my manicured fingers when I heard his quiet,dry chuckle.

My pathetic excuse of hiding my blush had amused him.

I couldn’t help it. I looked back up at him and he was still staring,his smirk had only grown.

Gods,he was a handsome sight.

(I don’t think this one was as good as the other one I wrote but oh well)

#dark academia #the secret history #henry winter #donna tartt #oneshot

[emmalostinwonderland]

WIP Wednesday

So @clottedcreamfudge left her post with an open tag and I'm gonna make that y'all's problem lol. Here's a snippet from a oneshot I'm hoping to have done by the time winter rolls around again. Inspired by the blizzard that shut down I-95 for over 12 hours in Northern Virginia in 2022 and trapped the governor along with everyone else and their mother in their vehicles until the snow stopped. ((I was working dispatch through the whole thing- it was a NIGHTMARE))

“Christ, is traffic always this bad?” Alex snaps out of his daydreaming and glances over at his boyfriend in the passenger seat. “Yeah, kinda. Northern Virginia is basically DC when it comes to commuters.” “We’ve been literally parked for almost an hour,” Henry grumbles, straining to see past the sea of cars in front of them on the interstate. “The sun's gone down. And the storm’s getting worse.” “I’m not gonna pretend I’m not nervous about it too. My car can handle a little snow, but I have zero practice in a full-blown blizzard.” “Perhaps it’s a good thing we aren’t moving then, hm?” “Rude.” Alex unbuckles his seatbelt with a sigh and reaches for his phone. “Bright side, it’s just us here. And Cash didn’t rear-end me when we stopped earlier.” Henry nods. “Small blessings, I suppose.” “You can’t make short jokes about me in the car. We’re the same height sitting down.” “I wasn’t…” Henry pauses a moment to mull it over. “Actually that was rather funny. Consider me officially retconning my intentions.” Alex gives him a big, dramatic eye-roll. 

I don't know who all's been tagged, so I guess mine's an open tag too. Happy Wednesday!

#wip wednesday #fanfiction #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb fic #red white & royal blue #firstprince

[queen-paladin]

I love The Twelve Days Chapter Five (Henry V x Fem! reader miniseries). I love the Queen refusing the King having a mistress. I love how the Queen threatens the court and the King.

Hello friend! :) Thank you!! I'm so glad you enjoyed The Twelve Days (Those of you who don't follow my side blog @smolvenger it's an arranged marriage fanfic miniseries based on The Hollow Crown and Shakespeare's Henry IV/Henry V with Henry V/Reader) and I loved writing that chapter!

You can Read it on Tumblr Here.

Or On Archive of Our Own Here

(*sigh* Tom Hiddles is so dreamy as Hal/Henry V. Timothee Chalamet WISHES)

But I wanted Reader to go from super timid and all "please don't hurt me, my lord!" to standing up and speaking about something she doesn't like. That way she grows into her power as queen and becomes more proactive. It also is a sign she genuinely loves Henry and would be heartbroken if he cheated on her (which he never does)

You had had enough. You could not let this happen. You could not smile and care only for his happiness and not your own. That because he was a man with a cock his own "needs" trumped your well-being and peace of mind. No, no, you could not take this. Not one bit. You couldn’t just stand there and let this happen anymore.

It also means Henry and Reader learn to navigate the public roles of King and Queen with the private roles of Husband and Wife as they learn to love each other. And Henry realizes he respects and even loves her enough to agree to her command to forbid mistresses. In the original play, he does tell Catherine "take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy, for he has not the gift to woo in other places" in the Courtship scene of Henry V.

He then spoke.

“I will confirm my wife’s wishes and we will adhere to them. I will not have a mistress during my reign. If I must be celibate when she is with child, so be it.”

You went back to sit on the chair. Your pulse was racing as if you managed to successfully escape a bear, and yet part of you was upright like the creature would roar and attack you again at any minute.

The last bit was a shout-out to The Winter's Tale Plus, I'm proud of this bit

Still in that anger, you removed your shoe and flung it towards his head. Despite his tall height, Henry ducked out of the way of the shoe.

“IF you-“

You flung the other shoe at his face.

“-Ever- “

You threw a pillow at him. He began to back off.

“-Have-”

The next pillow. It landed on his face.

“-a mistress- “

Another pillow.

“-I will- “

The next pillow came at him, which he dodged.

“-Kill you-“

Then the next one. Another dodge.

“-BOTH!”

Masterlist for the whole series for those curious can be found here

[scorpiioskiies]

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢

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♏ ﹙ 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀!! ）

﹕ 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺. . .

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𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘂𝗽 ❪ scorpiioskiies/naturallymqvis/naturallydayz ❫

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Hello, The name's Scorpio! 👋

Welcome to my little square space. I hope you feel welcomed to talk, chat, or anything in particular.

If you don't like my stories, it's okay. If you do, please reblog, like, or follow this account if you want.

More stories, Oneshots, and others will be coming soon!

Unless stated otherwise, the reader will be Gender neutral or female, because that's easiest for me. I hope you don't mind 💜. Please do not ask if I can add your OCs or change anything, because its hard work to do so.

If you want to talk about anything, I'm down for it! Give me anything to talk about and I'll be right here if you need me!🙃

Nothing much about me, but the 'All About Me' button is there to press if you wanna know more!

My Oneshots, stories and other things are for all to enjoy!

Thank you so much! Have a lovely day, readers! Farewell! 👋💜💜.

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𝐂һᥲrᥲᥴ𝗍ᥱr 𝐋іs𝗍

*𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!*

𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗢𝗻 𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻 ─

• Levi Ackerman

• Eren Yeager

• Armin Arlert

• Jean Kirstein

• Reiner Braun

• Connie Springer

𝗖𝗦𝗜: 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝘃𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ──

• Gil Grissom

• Warrick Brown

• Nick Stokes

• Greg Sanders

𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗘𝘃𝗶𝗹 ─

• Chris Redfield

• Leon S. Kennedy

• Jill Valentine

• Albert Wesker

• Claire Redfield

• Ada Wong

• Rebecca Chambers

• Ethan Winters

• Carlos Oliveira

• Karl Heisenberg

• Rosemary Winters

• Ashley Graham

• Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

• Alice

• Luis Sera

𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗔𝘁 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗱𝘆'𝘀 ─ 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝘀

• Bonnie the Bunny

• Chica & The Cupcake (Senor Cakey)

• Foxy the Pirate Fox

• Freddy Fazbear

• Golden Freddy

• Toy Freddy

• Toy Bonnie

• Toy Chica *inserts Lenny face*

• Mangle

• Balloon Boy

• The Marionette

• Withered Freddy

• Withered Bonnie

• Withered Chica

• Withered Foxy

• Shadow Freddy

• Phantom Bonnie

• Phantom Freddy

• Phantom Chica

• Phantom Foxy

• Phantom Mangle

• Phantom Puppet

• Phantom Balloon Boy

• Springtrap

• Crying Children

• Nightmare Freddy

• Nightmare Bonnie

• Nightmare Chica

• Nightmare Foxy

• Nightmare Balloon Boy

• Jack-O-Bonnie

• Jack-O-Chica

• Nightmare Mangle

• Circus Baby

• Ballora

• Funtime Foxy

• Bon-Bon

• Funtime Freddy

• Funtime Lolbit

• Rockstar Freddy

• Rockstar Bonnie

• Rockstar Chica

• Rockstar Foxy

• Security Puppet

• Happy Frog

• Mr. Hippo

• Helpy

• Trash and The Gang

• Music Man

• Vanny

• Glamrock Freddy

• Gregory

• Glamrock Chica

• Montgomery Gator

• Roxanne Wolf

• Glamrock Bonnie

𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗔𝘁 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗱𝘆'𝘀 ─ 𝗛𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀

Charlie (Charlotte) Emily

The Stage Kid

Evan Afton

Susie

Jeremy

Gabriel

Fritz

Cassidy

Elizabeth Afton

The 3 Funtime Kids

The "Save Them" Kids

Micheal Afton

William Afton

Henry Emily

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿 ─

Santaplier 🎅

Wilford Warfstache 💗🌸🧁🍭

William J. Barnum 🔍♠️

Darkiplier ♥️♣️

Damien/The Mayor ✒️🖋️

Actor Mark 🍷 🎥 🏆

King Of The Squirrels 👑 🐿️

The Author 📚

The Host 🥂

Bim Trimmer 🎙️📻

Dr. Iplier 👨‍⚕️🩺🥼🩻

Chef Iplier 🍽️ 🍣🍾🥂🍷

Yandereplier 🩸🔪🗡️♥️

Dr. Plier (Therapist) 📋

Googleplier 💻💽💾📱

Bingiplier 📱🖥️😎

Markbop 🕶️🧢

Eric Derekson 👓☠️🎱

Derek Derekson 🟡💛

Dave Torres 🌃🍿🕥

The Jims 📷📹🎤📰

Yancy 🔲🔳🔲🔳🔲🔳

Captain Magnum 🏴‍☠️⚓🚢🛳️⛵

Illinois 🐪🐫🥾🔥🐚💫

Annus 🤍⚪🤍⚪

E-Boy Mark 🖤🤍🖤🤍

The MerMer 🧜🧜‍♂️

Noiriplier 🥃🔍⚫

Dadiplier/Stan Wheeler 💧🔵🌊

The Pornipliers 🍕🛠️🩺🪓🛟🛑

Murderplier 🔪🩸

Head Soldier Mark 🔫🪖🎖️

Camp Counselor Mark 🍳🍵🔥⛺🏕️

Bomb Diffuser Mark 💣🤯

The God Of Night 🌃🌑🎑🌕

Resident Enis Mark 🧟‍♂️🧟‍♀️🧟

FNAF Musical Mark 🐻🐰🐥🦊

FNAF AR Announcer 📹🎤

Bill 🐺🦊

𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘆𝗲 ─

Jack (Himself)

Antisepticeye

Dr. Schneeplestein

Jackieboy Man

Marvin The Magnificent

Chase Brody

Jameson Jackson

𝗡𝗪𝗧𝗕 ─

Nate (Himself)

Senpai Nate

Phantom

Natemare

FNAF Musical Nate

𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗖 ─

• Satori (Male! Sayori)

• Yuki (Male! Yuri)

• Naruki (Male! Natsuki)

• Moniko (Male! Monika)

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Many more will be comimg soon 🔜. So don't worry!

Thank you all so much! If you request a character from this list, then feel free to send an ask!

Only I will accept the characters on this list.

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[amournoir]

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ⋆.ೃ࿔*

hello doll, it’s lovely to meet you! my name is aurora, i’m 25, & a scorpio. i quite honestly have no clue what to tell you about me, i’m shit at describing myself. if there are 5 things you must know about me, it’s these: Henry Cavill is mine (imagine that however you will), i adore sleeping, Hanna Barbera cartoons have my heart, Elijah Mikaelson is my husband, and i’m constantly living in my imaginary world (don’t we all?). please feel free to message me to know more or just to say hi! ♡

questions asked

favorite:

color — nudes & pastels or white & beige, i can’t pick

book — And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie & dystopian ones (Brave New World, The Power, etc.)

movie — i don’t have one but i love the action/thriller genre

drink — this is basic af but water though i enjoy a glass of wine

food — buffet lol or anything pasta/chicken/potato related

song — none, my interest always changes but i love oldies

holiday — christmas, hands down!

season — summer but i love winter too

cereal — ooh that’s hard, i prefer oatmeal (brown sugar)

day or night?

night definitely.

any pets?

none but i’d love a dog one day.

personality trait?

took me a while to understand this question but i’m an intj-t.

other social media?

yes! so on wattpad and AO3, it’s (amournoire) for both. ♡

⎾ 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 𝗜 𝗨𝗦𝗘 ⏌

# aurora’s world ❧ ┆ my random posts

# aurora’s nonnies ✧ ┆ my anons

# aurora’s letters ˖◛⁺┆ me answering asks

# aurora’s thoughts ☁︎┆my commentaries on any post

# aurora’s love ❃ name ❃┆my mutuals

# aurora.r fics┆oneshots or series

# aurora.r works┆headcannons, imagines, requests

# aurora’s writing prompts┆ fluff, angst, smut

ask me more things! it’s always welcomed❣️

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