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@celestialpoetry ‘s request, thank you for the support dove<3

I kind of based this character off of Meredith from If We Were Villains, which is my current read:)

summary: Henry meeting an embodiment of seducement and finding himself lusting after her

Temptress

Henry’s point of view:

The first time I saw her, I thought that it was the cigarette that clouded my vision. It even went through my head that I only imagined her.

But, it instantly cleared my doubts when I saw her multiple times later.

I only saw her from far-apart, and as time went by, I started to know more about her from here and there. She was in theatre, she dropped in mid-semester, no one knew where she came from and why she came to Hampden. Her hair was golden as the Sun, and always made in a nice way. Depending on how her hair was styled I knew what phase was she going through. If she was busy with exams, memorizing lines and running from practice to practice, her hair was trapped in a french twist. If she was relaxed and free, her hair was framing her face and back like a lion’s huge mane.

Her face, oh, her gorgeous face. She was beautiful, and the fact that she was aware of it and knew how to use it made it all better. Thick eyelashes, delicately curved nose, full lips caught between teeth, lusty eyes. Her body had curves that I wished I could grip into, her silky looking skin was hugged by silk or lace or fur.

She was sex on legs. A nymph. A goddess of seducement. A temptress.

No other woman had as much of an effect on me like she did. She lit a fire up within me with a single gaze of those eyes. She made me jealous of the people and even the wind that surrounded her. I wanted to suffocate any man that came closer to her.

The only contact I had with her was when our eyes met here and there. Whenever they did, she wasn’t shy, she let her eyes run up and down my body, she licked her those plush lips, bit them and let a sly smirk rest upon them. I smirked back at her and winked at her, I threw my manners out the window and checked her out.

Until one night, it was a cold night. I had an urging need to write, but my apartment couldn’t make the atmosphere I felt most inspired in. I put on a wool sweater instead of a shirt and I made my way toward the college’ library in my car. In the parking lot, I saw a blood red vintage car. The secluded library’s window showed that the fireplace within was lit up, someone was in there. I was fine with it as long as the person didn’t bother me with any annoying little habits.

I immediately felt my body relax at the warmth of the library, the warmth coming from the centre. The centre had a fireplace, a big rug in front of it and leather couches and armchairs that I was quite fond of. So, I made my way over to the centre.

My heartbeat quickened when I heard the voice from far apart.

“As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.

But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;

And for her sake do I rear up her boy,

And for her sake I will not part with him.”

Her honey-sweet voice hit my ears, she was practising her lines.

A few seconds later, she came into my vision. She was walking around on the rug, in front of the fireplace, a lit cigarette stuck between her slender, elegant fingers and her nails were painted blood red. How I wished that those fingers were caressing my skin and stroking my co—

“Hello there, Winter.” I was too lost in my perverse fantasies to notice that she turned around and now was looking at me with those seductive eyes of hers.

“Good evening.” I nodded and sat down on one of the couches. “Practise?”

She sat down on the same one as I did and took a long drag of her cigarette. “Trying to, if I’m honest I didn’t even come here to practise.”

I looked at her with awaiting eyes, gesturing to her to continue.

She streched her slender body and tucked her knees into her chest, I couldn’t help but glance down where her knees pushed against her delicate breasts. I wanted to devour her completely, I felt my trousers tighten at a million more fantasies of how I could make her mine and mine alone.

“The apartment above mine is having a gathering.”

“Are they drinking and stomping?”

“Almost, they are having an orgy.” She smirked at me, while taking a big gulp out of her flask.

I chuckled softly. “Good for them, I suppose.”

There was a comfortable silence between us. I looked at her to steal a glance, only to find her already looking at me with hooded eyes. She had a little smile on her lips, she suddenly reached up toward me and offered me her flask. I didn’t even care what she was offering me, she could have given me poison in it and I would have drank it eagerly. It sent a heatwave down my spine when I put my lips exactly where the print of her lipstick was.

“It’s a dirty martini.” She said when I gave it back to her.

“I could tell, it’s really good. Did you make it?” It really was good, the olive taste and sweetness mingled perfectly together.

“I’m glad you liked it, yes I made it. I have too much fun making all kinds of cocktails. When I was in my late teenage years, I worked in a bar, that’s where I learnt it all.” She was looking forward, as if she was telling tales to the fire. Her hands blindly reached for another cigarette, and so did I.

I couldn’t help, but smile at her. When she was talking about something she was enthusiastic about her eyes weren’t holding that lustful gaze of hers, more like wider, adorable eyes that reminded me of a doe.

I lit my cigarette with ease, and I noticed that her lighter was refusing to light up. “Oh damn it! It’s out, little fucker.” She mumbled under her breath.

Suddenly, she turned her head around to look me in the eyes..

There was something about her at that moment. Her hair was long and big, I wished to stroke it and pull it at the same time. The cigarette was between her lips that were painted a dark red. Her skirt rid up to the top of her thighs. I was lured in, and lured in deep.

She slowly crawled towards me from across the couch, when she got close, she supported herself on my knees. She leaned closer to my face, with a sultry look that made me want to fall to my knees at her every wish.

“Henry?” She whispered.

“Y/N?” I whispered back to her.

She leaned into my ear, I could smell her sweet scent all around me, I wanted to drown in it. My arms tightening with the need to just wrap themselves around her and show her pleasure on earth.

“Would you light my cigarette, please?” She leaned away and giggled, she was very well aware of the effect she left on me.

I lit my lighter up and she leaned into it, lighting the ashes to life. “You know what this means? When you light someone’s cigarette?”

I shook my head softly, there was an adoring smile on my face. She slowly got up and gathered her things, she stopped in front of me and said the answer.

“I’m your bitch now.” She smirked, everyone wanted her to be their bitch, I was no different. But, at the same time I was, I wanted to give her the world and worship her.

“And are you?” I smirked back at her in challenge, I was always up for a game.

“Do you want me to be?” She tilted her head in front of me, looking me up and down discreetly, there was hunger in her eyes, she had hunger for me.

I put my cigarette down and took hers too. I stood up and towered over her, my broad body nearly swallowing hers up. I let my fingers caress her hair and then wander to her cheeks, it was like caressing silk.

“I want you to be.” I whispered. “Let me take you out on a date, treat you nice, show you how you should be cherished. Let me give you the world.”

She closed her eyes, she loved to hear the words I said, and she loved that I was the one who said it. Behind that sultry gaze, I saw that she wanted me, and wanted me deeply.

She got up on her tiptoes and her lips were hovering over my ear. “If you want me, show it to me, show me that you really mean what you said. And then, if you are a winner, you may claim your prize.”

My blood stopped when I felt her plush lips press against my neck.

After many long seconds, she leaned away, winked at me and made her way out. From the window I could see the red vintage car driving away, of course it was hers.

I took my previous seat and watched the fire. She was playing hard to get, I loved it. I wanted to work for her love, I was fucking game.

I took my writing notebook out and I wrote one thing on the top of the page.

Temptress.

I found my muse.

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Yes, this will have another part dw I got you<3

Please, let me know what you think and thank you for reading:)

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I wrote this for my dearest friend @arinewneanias03

I hope you’ll like this piece, Bunny🐇 ily

After class

Reader’s point of view:

“And that is all I have planned for today!” Julian said and all of us slumped back into our seats, today was a long day. The others were even more keen to leave, it was a friday night, so the twins were rushing to the grocery store along with Francis, who just enjoyed cooking, before I blinked they were already out the door. Bunny and Richard already left, god knows where. I reached forward to finish my tea, and I stood up to get my coat on like everyone, but Julian had stopped me.

“Y/N, I wanted to talk to you about your latin translation.” This made me sit up straight, I kind of was expecting this given the fact that I did it last minute. “It wasn’t bad, but you missed the point on why Caesar had returned to the kingdom. So.. Henry!”

Henry, who was helping Julian by collecting the mismatched teacups, peeked out of the backroom. “Yes?”

“Could you, please, put on boiling water for two?” Julian sat down at his desk and motioned me to sit in the armchair in front of it.

“Of course, but… didn’t you mention that you have a meeting with the Dean today?” Henry said, leaning against the doorframe, he did say it when we started the lecture a few hours ago. I let my eyes linger on Henry, he always looked so good, especially with his crisp black trousers and white shirts, I wished I could tear them off of him. It always lit a flame in me when his shirts accidentally pulled a bit up, exposing his toned abs and sharp v-line, while he stretched his limbs out during our lessons.

Julian checked his watch and his small eyes widened a bit. “Oh dear, you’re right, I didn’t even notice how time went by so fast. Umm… The question is, what do I do with you, lovely Y/N?” He was already reaching for his coat.

Henry stepped forward and said, almost eagerly. “I could explain the text to the lovely Y/N.” He smirked when he caught me blushing.

“That is a good idea, thank you.” He put the keys down on the desk and he shot Henry a specific look that I didn’t understand, before stepping out the door. “Stay as long as you need, you’ll give me the keys tomorrow, I have a spare one at home.” He turned to me” You’re in good hands, Y/N. Be good, children!” With that, he left. We heard his footsteps until he completely left the lyceum.

Henry snapped me out of my thoughts. “Tea?”

I was nervous to be in the same room alone with him, but I had to get myself together. “Yeah, thank you.”

“Mint, a lot of honey and a little lemon?” I heard the kettle whistle, I was surprised that he knew exactly how I drank my tea.

“Exactly.” I smiled at him and he smiled back at me, more like smirked at me.

He made us tea and we moved over to the big couch, we sat with our knees touching. I could feel his manly and musky scent and warmth consuming my body. He took my translation and his from the table and analysed them for a few minutes. “Hm, the translation is almost perfect, it just seems that you used the wrong person for the accusativus, which changes the whole meaning.” He put the papers down and looked deeply into my eyes, I felt a blush creep up my cheeks again and a smile creep up my lips.

“To tell the truth, Henry, the reason that I messed it up is because I was rushing with it and I wasn’t really paying close attention to the text” I rambled.

“Tsk tsk, well that is not really nice, well… I see, but I am not letting you leave.” I was relieved and not at the same time. The past week was a long one and all I wanted was a long Friday nap, but I was about to spend quite some time with Henry Winter in a somewhat cozy office space.

“You know what lovely girls who don’t pay attention deserve?” He leaned closer and he started toying with the ends of my hair, I hoped my thighs pressing together wasn’t too noticeable.

“No?” My breath was stuck in my throat.

“We’ll go over Caesar’s story.” He whispered, almost seductively. “Be a doll and get it from the big shelf.” He commanded. With a quiet groan, which made him chuckle, I got up and went over to the massive bookcase. I looked on every shelf, but for the life of me I couldn’t find it. “Try looking on the top shelf!” He said from his position on the couch. So, I did, I couldn’t find the ladder that was usually there for the ceiling high bookshelf, so I stretched my torso as much as I could. I felt that my dress was riding up my thighs way too much, just below my butt or maybe even higher. Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong hands lifting me up by my waist to the highest shelf, and he did it so effortlessly, as if I was light as a feather. “It’s the dark blue book.” I saw it and I reached for it. I took it and I felt him turn me around in his arms, now we were face to face. I was still up a bit higher, my hair was all around our faces, but his big hands felt pleasant on my waist. Our faces were inches apart, his scent was stronger now. Out of instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he welcomed me in as if we had done this a thousand times. I was now completely in his warmth, I was so close that my breasts were pushed against his neck, and it made me blush that he was probably feeling them. One of his hands was supporting me on my lower back, and the other one reached up to caress my face. I looked closer at his face, his clean shaven jaw, his raven dark hair, his lips, the scar he had and those icy blue eyes of his. I have never seen a pair of eyes so beautiful, the scar made him ever more beautiful. I saw his eyes roaming around my face, he never saw me this up close, whatever he was looking at he felt the need to stroke with his finger. At first, he brushed my hair off my forehead. Then, he ran his hands along my cheeks, the curve of my nose, under my eyes and my lips. “What divine beauty you possess…” My breathing got heavy, which meant that my chest was repeatedly rubbing up against him. He looked down between us, and took in the sight of my cleavage with a barely audible groan, it was prominent given the fact that I was a bit leant forward in front of him. His eyes wandered from my breasts to my neck, until he looked me in the eyes again. “And this sweet scent of yours… It drives me crazy.” He took a step forward and pushed me up against the bookshelf, as he did, his hips pushed in between my spread legs, right into my centre. I felt a bit of shame at the low moan that escaped from the back of my throat, but quickly washed away when my brain registered that he also grunted at the contact.

The tension was electric. Suddenly, he took the book out of my hands and he dropped it on the floor. His hand went on the back of my neck and pulled my head close to his. “Fuck Caesar.” And he claimed my lips eagerly, I, of course, returned the kiss just as eagerly. He pushed me more and more into the bookshelf, I could feel his erection through my underwear. He pulled me closer, while still kissing me deeply, and went over to Julian’s desk. His big hands pulled my knees apart so he could nestle himself between them, my dress rid up to my waist. I was breathing heavily and on complete display for his hungry eyes.

“You’re a very sweet girl, aren’t you?” He kissed down my neck and jaw, occasionally biting and leaving marks on my untouched skin. He made his way down to my collarbone and my chest, my breath quivered from his teeth. “You’re so responsive to my touch, and just to me in general.” He pulled my arms out of my dress and slowly pushed it down to my waist, I mentally patted myself on the back for choosing a cute bra for the day. He looked like a starved man at the sight of my barely covered chest. “Beautiful, what pretty lingerie, but I want to see you without it. Show yourself to me, sweet girl, and I will do the same” His fingers motioned me to arch my back, so he could unclasp my bra. I got shy and embarrassed when my breasts were no longer covered by my lace, even if I wanted to be seen by him and taken by him, I quickly shot my arms up so I could cover them, but Henry was having none of it. His lusty gaze shifted to a softer one in a mere second, he caressed my arms that were covering my torso, his touch made me shiver. “Lovely lovely Y/N, you are the prettiest creature I ever saw, I knew this the very first time I had the pleasure of seeing you. And you do not owe me anything, if you don’t feel ready for me, I understand. But, I want to show you what a goddess you are, for I will be your devotee.” I slowly put my arms on my sides, my breasts were bare for his eyes. What he said made me feel comfortable, and so fucking in need for him. I needed him, and I needed him in that second. He had the time of his life kneading and sucking my boobs, but I grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

“Baise moi.”

His eyes had a sort of devilish look in them, and he chuckled darkly while unbuttoning his trousers. “Fuck you? Dirty girl…” He pulled his manhood out and my eyes widened, he was so thick and long. Veiny and dripping for me, he was fully hard, he was already hard when he was pushing me up against the bookcase. “And I wanted to take my time with you.” His hands wandered to my underwear and he slowly pulled it down, but he noticed how it clung to my skin due to my wetness.

“So wet already?” He had mockery in his tone.

“So hard already?” I shot back.

“Touché.” He yanked my underwear down. He pushed my knees up and spread my legs. His tip was begging to be inside me, the throbbing of it proved it. Henry took his pointer and middle finger to circle at my sensitive clit. “I should have known you were going to be this naughty… Walking around here, acting so sweet. But, I could see you. These short skirts and dresses, that only rid up your thighs and revealed your barely covering panties, when I was looking. Coincidence, dear?”

He slowly slipped into me and we both gasped, when he felt me get used to his size he started pounding into me relentlessly. We both had a lot of pent up sexual tension towards each other. “Oh, Henry! Please!”

He slowed down out of teasing. “Please what? Please fuck me harder? Deeper?”

“Deeper!” I moaned out loudly. I thought that he was going to spread my legs wider, so it was a surprise when he leaned down closer to me and threw one of my legs over his shoulder, my other one he wrapped around his waist. When I felt him hit that sweet spot inside of me, I was a mess, I felt even more wetness gather around him.

“Well, well…” he said in a low voice, his constant moving taking on a strain on his voice, but he still toon the effort to talk dirty to me, knowing that it turned me on. “No one ever hit that spot inside you, huh?” I nodded with closed eyes and a thrown back head. My throat was completely exposed for him, and he took advantage of it and kissed my skin, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Oh my, you are making a mess on me, lovely Y/N, what a gorgeous sight. Will you let me make a mess in you?”

Even if I was on the pill, I never let a man ejaculate inside me, but with Henry? Gladly. “Yes, please! I want to feel it!”

His thrust slowed down, only so he could stab more deeply into my cervix. He brought his head, so now we were eye to eye. “Ever had a man come inside you?” His eyes were soft. I shyly shook my head, as shyly as I could while getting fucked on a desk. He stroked my hair. “You will like it, most women tend to enjoy the feeling of getting filled. Don’t you worry, my sweet, I will make sure to really fill this sweet pussy.”

He reached down between us and rubbed my clit, which dropped me over the edge in seconds. When my walls clamped down on him, he let out a guttural moan and I felt the hot sensation of his seed painting me from the inside. Feeling so close to him, I reached up and pulled him down into an embrace, he wrapped his strong arms around me and we just stayed like that until we could breathe properly.

“If that what I get for fucking my translation up, maybe I need to do it more.” I chuckled.

His hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, yeah, that shut me up quite quickly. “The sweet Y/N wants to get punished, oh… You have seen nothing yet.”

He pulled out and kneeled before me. He watched as his own seed dripped out of my entrance like it hypnotised him, when it nearly dripped down he gathered it on his fingers and pushed it back. My legs twitched at the sudden contact on my sensitive parts. He looked up at me with a sly and smug grin, slowly he dived down. “Henry-what are yo-“ he pushed my now correct translation into my hands and wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place, while giving my clit a little kiss.

“You are going to read it out for me. If I hear a tiny mistake, mispronunciation or even a moan, you are starting from the beginning.”

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For drabble, would it inspire you to write about a date or vacation with Henry? I’m obsessed with Henry being sweet behind closed doors 💕

Thank you for requesting, keep them coming I love them sm:)

Paris

My goddess deserved to be spoiled, always so good to me. So I took my dearest girl to Paris, in hope to return to Hampden with my fiancée. It warmed my heart to see her eyes wide and sparkling from the city, it was beautiful. I obviously booked a suite for us, on the top floor, so I could see her wake up happy, with Paris at her feet.

We woke up, had a quiet coffee and breakfast in the morning, but some days we just slept in and had sex while the sun joined us slowly.

Our days were either spent sightseeing, shopping or even just chatting in a café, or even reading together.

We had dinner at an expensive restaurant every night. I loved seeing her getting ready, applying her makeup on, zipping up her dress that hugged her curves perfectly, and she always asked me to help her put on her jewellery, even if she was perfectly capable of putting it on for herself. It brought me satisfaction when her eyes rolled back at the delicious taste of the

cuisine and the wines from the finest french vineries. We talked at the soft candlelight, a bit tipsy from the wine, smoking cigarettes and softly caressing each other, knowing that the night will end with mind blowing sex.

But one night, we got ready for our dinner, except that I had a velvet box in my pocket.

We were waiting for dessert and she stroked my hand. “Thank you for the day, Henry.” She told me this everyday.

“Anything for you, my goddess, you know you musn’t thank me, I would do anything for you gladly.”

“I know, but I am so very grateful for you.” She leaned closer and petted my face. “My dear, spoiling me so nicely…”

“My pleasure. Y/N, my love…”

She giggled, a bit confused at my sudden seriousness. “Yes?”

“I never knew that I could love someone so much as much as I love you, I never thought I could love, until you came into my life…” I said my monologue that I had practised in my head ever since we arrived in the country. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, with a smile.

But, her mouth fell open when I got down on one knee, and it was no surprise when she fell into my arms, repeating ‘yes’ over and over again.

So, that night I didn’t make love to my lovely girl, but to my lovely wife. We only got engaged, but I already looked at her as my wife, ever since I first saw her. It was obvious that a girl like her only comes once in a lifetime, so marrying her was the best choice of my life.

After many many rounds, we were spent and so were our bodies. I slept like a bear everytime she was near me.

I woke up the next morning, with a groan and closed eyes I felt around the sheets, looking for my wife. I opened my eyes when I couldn’t feel her warm body near me, and I saw her at the open window, right next to our bed. She was leaning out the window, smoking a cigarette. Her curvy frame was barely covered with a white button up shirt of mine, she must have picked it up from the ground just now, not even bothering to button it or putting on her panties, while I melted into the white sheets naked.

The sun was shining down on her, and she was swimming in it. My goddess welcomed the sun with closed eyes and a gentle hum. The sun was also shining through the shirt, revealing her skin for me. Her kissable neck, her soft back, her delicate thighs and her graspable butt with wider hips. I was so in love with her, my body and heart both reacted to her immediately.

She turned around and smiled at me. “Is my husband enjoying the view?” She threw her cigarette out and made her way towards me. My cock stirred in that instant, looking for her warm cunt.

“It would be hard not to, especially with a beauty-on-earth wife like mine.” She crawled on top of me, kissing every inch of my face before leaning down and giving me a deep kiss. When I felt her plump lips against mine, I stroked the back of her hair with one hand and pushed her my shirt off her shoulders.

Her breasts were a sight for sore eyes, I kissed all around them and swirled my tongue all around her sensitive nipples, until she begged me to do something.

“Henry, my husband! I cannot take it anymore, I need you, I need you more.” I flipped us so now she was caged under me. I positioned my tip at her entrance, but didn’t push in more than the tip. She grew impatient and wrapped her legs around my waist, only to tighten them and make my hips collide with hers.

I embraced her as her tight walls embraced my member. “My sweet girl, my sweet wife, taking me so well and oh, so tight.”

I threw one of her legs over her shoulder, the sudden position change caused my tip to press into her heavenly spot at her cervix. As I pounded into her she mewled loudly and kissed me to drown out her loud moans. The sun peeked down at our heated love making, or fucking more like.

Her shaking legs and fluttery walls indicated that she was letting go, so I did too. I pumped her full of my thick cum and just stayed inside of her.

We stayed like that for hours, connected both physically and emotionally, smoking cigarettes and just chatting about anything, as husband and wife.

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Cerasa et vinum

The first smut is here, doves! :) Have fun.

warning: sexual content

For the life of her, she couldn’t sleep.

She liked summer. The fresh fruits from the market, dresses everyday, warm nights, and just killing time away in the country house with her dear friends doing all kinds of things. It was heavenly, really. Having to go nowhere, drinking out of tea cups and smoking cigarettes all day. This was her favorite thing in the whole world, well… Almost. If she was honest, her favorite thing in the world was a certain person, with the name Henry Winter. The group altogether was really close, but her and Henry had a different type of bond. It was precious, really. Everyone saw it, but nobody ever said anything, there was no need to. 

But back to that certain summer night, she was tossing and turning for what it seemed like hours. She thought that the drinking card game they played a few hours prior would guarantee her a good and long night of sleep, but to her disappointment it didn’t. She sat up  and checked the time on her watch that was placed on the nightstand, 2 AM. She was used to sleepless nights, so she got out of bed and headed down to the country house’s library. It had plenty of good books and a nice book always relaxed her mind, if she cannot sleep a relaxed mind will do. As she walked across the huge hallway, looking at the paintings and as a routine admiring the gothic style of the mansion, Francis’s ancestors certainly had divine tastes. The hallway was dimly lit and the moonlight also gifted it a bit more light thanks to the large floor to ceiling windows, everyone else was out like a light, Everyone got stupid drunk, at least they got their beauty sleep, she thought. This house could never scare her, she had so many good memories in this house that she could not be afraid of the dark parts. 

The library of the country house was one of the greatest thing she had the pleasure of seeing, it was huge. It even had little secret spots, that was her favorite, she had found a quiet hidden corner of the library. It had comfortable armchairs and a huge vintage desk, that she used for studying when they came up here on the weekends.

Her first stop was the kitchen, she didn’t plan on leaving her spot for a few hours so she needed some sort of snack. She found some sweet and plump cherries that she bought with Richard from the farmers market the previous morning, and an unopened bottle of red wine also caught her eye, it would be a shame to leave it in the kitchen all alone. Now with her sweet cherries and wine, she headed to her original destination. She must have looked like some ethereal spirit haunting the walls, with her hair sprawled freely across her back and her silky nightgown lightly jostling with the warm summer breeze that managed to sneak into the house. 

In the back of her mind she expected that she was not going to be alone in the library, and she didn’t mind at all. In fact, it made her heart happy. If there was something small she really cherished, it was the intimate moments between her and Henry. The hour long talks they had, sometimes they talked without any words said, their eyes told it all. And of course, let’s not forget about their very sexual affairs. As she was wondering about him, she barely realised that she made it to the corner of the spot. Just like she expected, many candles were lit in a very warm and comfortable light. 

There he was, in black trousers and a white shirt, reading a book as usual. At the noises of her arrival he lifted his head up in her direction and let out a warm boyish grin that only a very few people saw.

“Hello, melilla.” he said, looking up at her.

She flashed a smile to him as a response and put her treasures on the desk beside him. When she turned back to him he was shamelessly getting lost in her figure, so she did the same. His hair was looking perfect, as always, what was quite unlikely of him was that his shirt was rolled up to his elbows and the first two buttons were unbuttoned, making his collar loose, and was he looking divine. He lifted his wrist up and motioned her to come to him wiith two fingers, and who was she to not listen to him. He uncrossed his legs from their previous crossed position and she stood between his spread legs. She put one of her hands on one his broad shoulder and let the other get lost in his hair, while she did that he ran his hands up from her bare thighs to her waist and caressed her silk covered body.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked him while her eyes roamed all around his face, he shook his head in answer.

“You neither?” she did exactly what he did seconds ago, she shook her head. 

He gave her a gently smile, his fingers crawled over to the small of her back and he suddenly pulled her body close to his. His head was resting against her stomach, she loved these soft moments with all her heart, she soothingly began to stroke his hair,

After a few moments, he pulled his head back and spoke while diving deep into her eyes.

“You are the most divine little thing, do you know that?” he never failed to make her feel like a goddess, she replied with a nod and a shy smile.

“I mean it, Y/N. Tu divinissimus es, et meus es adorare.” 

“Scio, me tuum adorare in aeternum.” he slowly stood up and towered over her. He took a hold of her hips, like a predator with precise movements he started pushing slightly at her, which made her walk backward. Blindly listening to his silent command, when her lower back met the desk, in a smooth movement he dipped his palms under her thighs and lifted her up to the desk as if she was only a feather. Not many would assume how strong the once injured classics student is, but she knew it. 

His fingertips were either caressing her features or stroking the hair away from her face. 

“Tell me, who got you this nightgown?” the bastard, he already knew the answer very well.

“You did, Henry.” she was drunk on this whole scenario. She had flashbacks about how she got this nightgown. One sunday dinner Francis overpoured the alcohol in her drink, and she accidentally overshared that she finds it hard to see how someone could see her in an erotic light. The next night a big box was in front of her door, full of silk and lace with a note. 

To my sweet goddess, and the nymph to all my desires - H.W

“And how happy I am that I did, you look absolutely ravishing in silk, melilla.” a certain look in his eyes and his words were making her clench her thighs together, but she failed considering that his hips were between them. When he realized what she tried to do, a smirk sat on his lips. “What is it, darling?” as if he hadn’t known. “You love it when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I think that you must be Aphrodite’s favourite? How I could just eat you up right here and now? Oh, right. I can do that, because you” he leaned closely into her ear “are mine to please.” he whispered to her, in her ear and pressed a long kiss on her temple, then her forehead. 

His movements went from slow to impatient. He captured her lips between his own and gripped her hair, the suddenness of it all made her heart beat faster, or maybe it was just him. 

When she pushed back into their kiss, all hell broke loose, he pulled her hair a bit, just enough to make her gasp and when her lips opened a bit, he let his tongue explore her mouth. 

Then he went to her neck and collarbones. Kissing and sucking love marks into her soft skin. The scent of her made him a starved and impatient man, he was starving for a taste of her, he knew that he would starve for her taste for an eternity, and he would be happy to if at the end of the day he could get it from her. 

His fingers took a hold of the straps of her silk gown and pushed them down her shoulders, exposing her now bare breasts. “Beautiful, my prettiest girl.” He sponged kisses to every inch of her chest, he looked up at her and when their eyes met he pressed a kiss to her throat. After this little moment he leant down and went straight to her nipples with his mouth, his other hand was preoccupied with her other breast, massaging it. She tried to keep her moans down, but he made it very very hard for her to do that. After he was satisfied with the amount of bite marks on her breast he went lower and lower, kissing her stomach are through the silk. He was looking at her when he slowly went down on his knees in front of her, as if he was about to pray to her. He smoothed his hands under the lacy bottom of her nightgown and him palms nearly covered all of the soft skin of her thigh, they slipped to the insides of her thighs and spread her legs ever more apart, now revealing her lace underwear.

“Will you let me, my sweet goddess? Will you let me taste and please you in a way that you should be?” she nearly moaned out at his sentence, he already knew that he would, even though he was the one on his knees he was still in charge, it made her dizzy with desire. She nodded eagerly and at that he chuckled and went straight in. At first he pressed a few kisses to her crotch through the lace, then he hooked her fingers into the band and pulled it down her dove legs, to her surprise he just stuck it in his trouser pocket. He slowly leaned in and deeply inhaled her scent. “Divine.” he whispered to her. He ran his tongue all the way from her slit to her clit, he stopped at her pearl and went from kissing to sucking and back and fourth. He went back down to her slit and opened her up with his thumps, and when she was wide open for him he stuck his tongue into her. Boy, he really knew what he was doing, always the right amount of tempo at the right spots at the right time. After a few minutes, he teased his middle and ring finger at her opening, gathering her wetness and pushing them in and out at a light pace. 

“Oh, Henry, oh.” she couldn’t keep herself up, her back arching off the dark wood desk, her fingers gripping at his hair. They were far away from the others and they were out like a light so she was not holding her breathy moans down, and it was the most beautiful music to his ears. He even fastened his pace up, moved his fingers at a rapid pace and his mouth on her clit was working magic. He knew she was close, her walls were closing on his fingers and her moans turned to breathless gasps. 

“Come on, darling. I know you are nearly there, let go. Let go, my sweet girl. She let go and made a spasming movement, he slowed down to really savor her high. When her breathing got even again he stood back up, leant down to her laying body and kissed her open lips. She hummed pleasatly at her own taste on his tongue.

She let her hands wander across his chest, her fingers unbuttoned the rest of his buttons, smoothing his skin up and down.

“I am aching for you, Y/N, I really am.” He stood up straight and she could see the tent in his pants. It made her smirk at him, she knew that she was the only one who could get him going any second she wanted to. “Oh, don’t you get evil with me, help me out.” he had her chin in his palms. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, he pushed it down his legs along with his underwear, it always surprised her how big he was, I mean, down there. She looked deep into his eyes while she spread her legs for him, an invitation only for him. He felt like he was on fire, he needed her, so he didn’t spare a second and stepped closer, his length was right at her opening, twitching and pulsing to feel her warmth snug against him. 

“Go on, Henry, I am yours, make us one.” She whispered, he leaned down to devour her lips and suddenly snapped his hips forward in a sudden movement, entering her and even the desk creaked at his sudden move. They both gasped, and he didn’t go at a fast pace right away, he really savored the movements of his hips. 

One of his favorite feeling was making love to his muse, his everything. Holding her tightly in his arms, feeling her warmth all around her, hearing her cries of pleasure for him, caressing her face and her soft locks. He loved her, he would do anything to protect the girl that he was making love to. As the minutes went by, his pace fastened, his drawn out movements went to rather impatient ones. 

It was a heavenly sight to see, two ethereal creatures, who loved each other so much that they would be willing to die for the other, now being one. Her nails were clawing at his back, the pain made him even more excited and motivated in fucking her. He was either kissing her lips or her swan neck. 

“Damn right you are mine. You like that don’t you? That you belong to me, that I am the one that gets to fuck you.” he didn’t swear much, but when he did it made her blood heated. 

“Yes, yes I am.” she whispered in an out-of-breath tone. She loved it when he claimed her like that, both with his words and actions.

“Of course, and the others think you’re so innocent, well well well. They don’t know how many times you climbed into my bed, letting me worship my goddess. My sweet sweet girl.” he was near his high, and so was she, again. He could feel her walls grip him and she could feel his hot member pulsate inside of her, he could feel her up so very perfectly, the perfect angle of his hips hitting every dear spot of her. “Let me tell you a little secret, I am yours too. My soul and heart is yours, only yours for eternity, no one will ever live up to you and I don’t want anyone else other than you. Everytime I lay eyes on you, I thank the Gods for gifting you to my life. I love you.” 

“I-I love you, Henry. I love you.” it made him truly smile, and then he reached down and started rubbing at her clit to get her closer.

She threw her arms over his neck, her legs closed at his waist and she pulled him close to her. With his free arm he reached under her arching back and did the same as her. Suddenly he came to a halt and she felt his hot thick seed spill into her, moaning out of ecstasy 

As they reached their own highs in their loving embrace, and held it until their hearts stopped beating so fast and they could breath properly again. 

He kissed her on her forehead and rest his own on hers. She sat up and he slipped out of her, he watched as his creamy load dripped out of her.

“Hm, you really did fill me up.” she softly laughed.

“Only for you, my darling.” 

He helped her put her nightgown back in place and he gave his shirt to her, so she would be nice and warm. Pulled his trousers back up and got her panties out of his pocket, he held her waist as she got back on her wobbly legs, she held on to his shoulders as he pulled her lace up her legs. They got some tissues and cleaned up.

He sat down back into the armchair where he originally sat before she came here, she got the cherries and the wine from the table and made her way to him. He pulled her in his lap and she rested her head on his chest, his heartbeat soothing her. 

Henry fed her a few cherries, so she could get some of her energy back and ate some himself. While he read his book he caressed her hair, he looked down at the nearly sleeping goddess in his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sweet dreams, my love.” and with a smile, she fell asleep in her lover’s arms, in the country house’s library.

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The Middle of the Lake

“She was very skilled when it came down to this, he suddenly remembered the first time she did this. They decided to take the boat out in the middle of the night at the country house. When they got to the middle of the lake, she got on her knees in front of him for the first time, but most definitely not the last time.” 

(from a previous writing of mine, Lux Diaboli)

warnings: smut, oral(m)

summary: Henry and Reader take the boat out in the middle of the night and she decides to show her true affections to him.

word count: 1.8k

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“We shouldn’t, Henry.” She said as she snapped her head his way when he brought up the idea. They were sitting on the porch, the moon was high up in the sky, the songs of crickets corrupted the silence.

“Why not, y/n?” He replied, not even looking at her.

She had to stop for a second and huff to herself. 

“The others will wake up and notice.” Even she knew that she was giving him an awfully weak reason.

“So what? Let them notice. What can they do?”

There was silence again. When he heard that she had no more resistance to his idea, he stood up and started making his way towards the lake. He picked up the lantern that was the source of their lighting. 

“Henry, wait.” He ignored her and just continued on walking towards his destination. “Damn it, why not?” She almost jumped after him, following the light.

When he heard footsteps following him after a few metres, he smirked to himself. She catched up to him and she was trying to match his pace with her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a big wool sweater, she just threw it on so the night breeze wouldn’t make her bones shiver,  and the skirt she was wearing during the day. Her hair was caressed by the wind of the night, the tiny bit of chill made her cheeks a bit pinkish. 

He guided her on the pier and he stepped in the boat, he turned around and offered his hand to her. As she accepted it and joined him in the boat, she spoke with still a little uncertainty. “Promise me that we won’t get turned over along with the boat!” She paused for a second “ Again….” She took a seat and he untied the rope that was holding the boat in one place.

He let out a light chuckle at the fact that y/n trusted him and went along with his idea, she was just a tad afraid that she might end up soaking wet in the probably not very warm water. “I promise. Do you see Bunny anywhere around here?” he sat down and positioned the oar in his palms comfortably. She shook her head.”Then, you have nothing to worry about.” 

He motioned for her to come closer to him and when she did he caressed her soft face with a warm look on his face. “I would never let anything unfortunate happen to you, my angel. You will always be safe when you are near me, always.” He pulled her delicate face closer to his and he planted a soft tender kiss to her lips.

“I know, I trust you.” That was music to his ears and he winked at her.

For a few minutes, it was silence, a comfortable one. He was sailing the boat towards the other end of the lake, lost in his thoughts. She was staring at the disturbed water with a somehow unfocused gaze and smile. 

She giggled out of nowhere and the sweet sound of it he snapped his head towards her.

“You always get your way, don’t you?” She cocked a playful eyebrow at him and she put her hands on his, forcing him to stop his movements with the oar and by that, making the somewhat little boat to lightly jolt on the water. She slowly moved her body closer to his, lowering her frame in front of him, looking up into his icy blues with sparkling doe eyes.

 He caressed her cheeks with his fingertips before giving her a light playful little pinch, which caused her to scrunch her nose in an adorable manner. “You know that I do. All thanks to my sweet girl, always so very nice to me, aren’t you?” She nodded. 

She kneeled down in front of him carefully so she wouldn’t tip the boat over.

“I think it’s about time for me to get what I want.” She smoothed her palms down his trouser clad thighs. “If you let me?” 

There was a hint of nervousness in her tone, he leaned down and covered her cold cheeks with his warm palm, he smiled down at her in a comforting manner. “Of course, my sweet girl.”

When she got the green light from his words, she got right down to it. She untucked his white dress shirt from his trousers, she just had to lift it up a little bit to plant a loving little kiss to the skin of his stomach. In which, he gave a little adoring chuckle at her darling gesture and he stroked her hair affectionately. “Look at you, little doe. So obedient and so eager to please me. Proper spoiled, aren’t I?” 

“I want to please you… I want you to enjoy it, I just ne–” She started stammering.

“I know. You musn’t be skittish, it’s just me and I will guide you through it. Your presence alone gives me the divine of pleasures, y/n.” He whispered to her.

She began to unbutton his pants and she opened it up. His erection was evident in his boxer shorts, she decided to listen to her instincts and do what felt natural to her. She palmed him through the fabric, which made him hiss in return of her touch. She could feel his warmth in her palm and it brought a sense of calmness to her.

He reckoned that she was waiting for his further leading. “Take me out, take your time.” 

She did, she pulled his boxer shorts down a bit and his hard member sprang up in front of her face. He didn’t need much to get fully hard, nothing in his life got him going the way that she did, he truly believed that she must have been a nymph in one of her past lives, she could even make a bowl erotic. 

They didn’t really do anything very sexual, yet. There were multiple times of make-out sessions and grinding on each other. Both of them knew that it will happen and it wasn’t like they had a rule or something, they simply wanted to do it at a point where they were so desparate for each other that they felt like they coulndn’t exist anymore without that special connection. 

She got a tad intimidated by his size, he was thick and long. He is a big man so biology made him big everywhere. She had known that his size was rather admirable from all the dry grinding that they did, but this was a whole new level.

She started by exploring what movements and tempo he liked. She was pulling her hands on his up and down at a slow pace. She noticed that whenever her hand was close to his tip, his body would slouch a bit, so she brought her palm upwards and focused on his tip. It was throbbing and shiny from his aroused state, it relieved her because that meant that she was doing a good job and he was enjoying himself. 

He let out whimpers and his head was thrown back with a slightly open mouth and hooded eyes, she wanted more, she wanted to make him lose his breath in pleasure. Although he didn’t give her further guidance, he didn’t want her to feel pressured and he knew that he could easily cum by her clever hand, she leaned forward and planted a shy kiss on his tip. 

At that, he was very surprised. “My God, doe… You are doing so good, making me feel so good.”

With a newfound confidence, she ran her hot tongue from his base to his tip and back and forth, until his whole length was covered in her saliva. She started focusing on his tip more and she let the throbbing tip slide a bit into her mouth. She started lowering her head deeper and deeper until she felt resistance, she went did this for a while. Until she started properly sucking him in and hollowing her cheeks around him, she brought her hands up again and she stroked parts of him that her mouth abandoned. 

Her hands begin to explore further down, his sensitive and heavy tentacles. When she begin massaging them he let out a loud groan, he didn’t expect her to play with them as most people were shy with them, but he loved it. 

When she heard that he was enjoying it, she let his erection slip out of her mouth yet again and she begin kissing and licking the soft skin of his balls. She felt it tighten up in her palm and it aroused her on a new level, she appriciated his body responding to her actions.

She teased him like this until he grabbed her hair and pulled her head upwards. “Take me back into that silky mouth, little doe.” So, she did. “Oh- Just like that, you’re going to make me cum!” 

With a large palm on the top of her head and hair, he was guiding the pace of her movements. 

He warned her again to see if she drew her heavenly mouth away from him, and to his delight she didn’t. She wanted to taste him, to have him in her mouth, to swallow him. 

He pushed her head down and let go completely with a loud moan. She felt his length throb and soon she felt the hot liquid covering the back of her throat. She too, moaned at this. The taste, the power, him. She swallowed it all and planted a last kiss to him member, then she tucked him back into his boxer shorts and she buttoned up his pants again. 

He pulled her body into his, holding her in his lap with a loving and satisfied look on his handsome face. He stroked her face and hair and began kissing her all across her face, causing her to giggle at his soft touch. “My good girl. You were so good and clever, little doe.” He leaned into her ear and his palm went to the back of her neck and squeezed softly in a teasing manner. “Do you think I didn’t notice you pushing those ravishing thighs together?” 

“I-... I enjoyed pleasuring you, and I want to do it again.” He chuckled darkly.

“You’re a real treat, y/n. Just wait until I have my way with you, I will fly you to the moon.”

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The Other Winter

This was so refreshing to write, prepare for more small fluffies in the future:)) xx, Rosemary

Henry woke up to an empty bed. His little doe nowhere to be seen. He turned around in the sheets and saw the messy side where she was sleeping in his embrace, he could feel the warmth that she left there and the of her scent, a sweet vanilla scent that made him crazy whenever he felt it.

However, he could feel a good breakfast scent in the room also and heard the noises from the kitchen.

That must be y/n, he thought.

He got himself out of the warm sheets, he didn’t even bother putting on some pants or a shirt, his boxer shirts will do fine.

As he got to the kitchen, light jazz music was playing on vinyl, and there she was in all her beautiful glory. Swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music, her hair was poofed up from turning in her sleep and cascading down her back. She was only in her panties and his usually crisp white shirt that was now wrinkly and clumsily buttoned in the middle, so it can weakly cover her flushed bosom.

He was absolutely and utterly in love and mesmerized with her. Although the shirt was huge on her, her silhouette was prominent in it. He found himself longing after a tiny touch of her skin.

He walked up to her and hugged her like a bear from behind, it was followed by a squeal of surprise from her, but then she melted in his arms. He nuzzled his face into the top of her hair and enjoyed the sweet scent of her all around him.

“Good morning, little doe. What are you doing up this early?” He was an early bird himself and she was the opposite, she enjoyed sleeping in when she could and she loved spending a day in between the sheets lazily.

“I wanted to make you breakfast, and oh-” she turned around and fetched a mug from the upper shelf so she could pour him a fresh cup of coffee. She pushed into his hand and stared up at him with awaiting doe eyes. What an adorable little thing she was, he thought.

He sipped the coffee and it was exactly how he liked it, no milk and two sugar cubes. He was very picky with coffee and she could always make it for him perfectly.

“You know just how I like it, thank you.” He smiled down at her and his fingers grazed her cheeks, he put the mug down and let his other arm snake around her waist to pull her body closer to his.

He suddenly put her on the counter and kissed her deeply, and she obviously returned his enthusiasm.

He started caressing her jaw and planting little loving kisses to her neck. Then he kissed her forehead and stroked her head, she never felt more relaxed, especially if she didn’t have his warm hands touching her.

“What a good girl you are, my good little doe. Always so good to me, spoiling me, loving on me. Letting me make you mine, and you enjoy it deeply too. You enjoy knowing that everyone envies me because you are mine, not theirs, I have the pleasure of having the sweetest girl in my bed every night.”

He leaned into his hair and whispered. “Imagine if they knew our little secret, Mrs.Winter.” He lifted her left hand and kissed the subtle diamond ring on her finger, the ring that he proposed to her with. They didn’t plan to marry until they finished their studies, and that could take years. They already thought of themselves as husband and wife. “I will give you everything you want, everything you could imagine.” His hand slipped down to her tummy under his shirt. “One day, I will put my baby in here and make you a mother, the mother of my child.”

She couldn’t help herself, she had to pull him down by his hair for a couple more kisses, he knew that babies were her weakness.

She served him breakfast and they ate together, her in his lap and nuzzling into each other’s warmth, occasionally feeding bites to each other here and there.

They couldn’t think of a more divine future together.

In love, as Mr. and Mrs.Winter.

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Henry Winter

si vis amari, ama

cerasa et vinum

lux diaboli

Sinclair (series)

The Middle of the Lake

Temptress His Temptress

Odium

Paris

Camilla Macaulay

Eat Me

Warmth

Richard Papen

My kind of Picturesque

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Chapter One

The first proper chapter!

As you could already see, this story plays in a different time, so don’t get upset at what the characters say or do.

Please please please tell me your opinions on it and most importantly, enjoy:)

warnings: mentions of murder, death faking, classic Henry Winter behaviour

summary: Henry is on his way to his new home and he reflects on the last couple of weeks.

word count: 2k

Prologue to this fanfiction

1948

He was a free man now, but at the same time he wasn’t.

At least the restless nights were over, he didn’t have to worry about the police coming any second to bust his door down and arrest him. Even though deep down he knew that his father would shoot anyone who dares to lay a hand on his son. But, the freedom he was always destined to live came with a price. He had to sooner or later, so it didn’t really matter anymore. He had his Hampden years as only his, as a brand new person, but after he should have graduated he was supposed to get back where he really belongs. He didn’t need a diploma, when you’re the son of one of the wealthiest and powerful man in the world, you need anything but a stupid diploma. He went there, purely because he wanted to. He wanted to be someone else for a while, he wanted to study languages and adore literature, art. He was lucky to find the people he called his friends, well, some of them were a burden. Bunny Corcoran made himself a burden and Charles Macaulay was born a burden. But Francis Abernathy and Richard Papen were good men with no bad intentions and he liked having them around. And then there was his little love, Camilla, he believes that he loves her, but then again he has absolutely no clue what love is, but his feelings for Camilla were the closests things to it. However, if he loved her, why did he leave her so easily? Wasn’t it supposed to be a hard choice choosing between her or his powerful freedom? The answer doesn’t even matter anymore, nothing that happened in those years and few months matters anymore. Things happened the way they happened and it is time for new beginnings. He was a brand new man, the one he was always supposed to be and the one he left behind is dead, at least to everyone else.

He stared out the window of his family’s private plane. His cigarette dangling from his lips mirrored his father, who sat in front of him, also with a burning cigarette between his lips. He was his father’s twin, the same pale skin, same big height and the same raven dark hair, but he got his bright eyes from his dear mother.

The stewardess, who was also the family’s maid, came in with a tray, two crystal glasses and a bottle of fine scotch. The silver haired woman poured both of them an inch.

“Laura, dear.” Henry’s father said “the boy had a hard time, don’t shy away with the scotch.”

“Yes, Mr.Sinclair.” She said as she poured a few more inches.

When she left the lounge of the plane, Henry reached forward and downed down his drink in one go, his father immediately went to pour him more. He was a ruthless and powerful man, so was his wife, Mrs.Sinclair. But they adored their only child and son, they did what they did not only to carry on their family’s name and reputation, but to give their son everything he could ever want. However, this life came with sacrifices, he would learn that soon enough.

“Look at me, son.” Mr.Sinclair said in a firm tone, so he did. “I know how hard this must be, I understand. Me and your mother will give you time to heal, but that comes with accepting what you have to do. You are the heir who will keep up the magnificent Sinclair name, you will get into business and you will do your duty with honor, like a good man.”

Henry nods slowly and takes a long drag from his cigarette. “I know, father. I had my fun and now it is time.”

“Very well, my son.” He suddenly snickered to himself. “Two murders, huh? Your heritage cannot be denied. However the ancient sex ritual was a new addition.”

Oh yes, when the events in Hampden heightened Henry went home for a weekend and told his parents everything, every single detail. With a life like theirs, there are not many things that can suprise them. They listened to everything and came up with a solution and a perfect plan that suggests a fake tragedy. It took careful and perfect planning.

He needed someone to snap, his first subject would have been Richard, but then Camilla called him in the middle of the night when Charles had hurt her. This version of the plan was better, he would provoke Charles until he did something stupid, he drove up to Francis’s country house on one weekend and put Francis’s aunts beretta in Charles’s room. He left the door open at the inn’s room and waited for Charles to come. The beretta had 2 bullets and the third would be a fake one that had piglet blood in it. He also gave a bit of drug to everyone without them noticing, he hid a bottle of whisky in Charles’s room with drugs mixed in it. Then the second Richard told him that he is there at the estate and drunk, he knew that the plan was on. He ordered room service and wine, when Camilla went to freshen up, he also put the drugs in her glass of wine. He hoped that Francis and Richard would show up desperate and shaken up, when they did he was pleased that they took big gulps from Camilla’s glass of wine, he needed everyone’s mind fuzzy. He paid attention to their body language that got more slumped by the minute. When Charles busted in the door, it was game time. He was confident, he was a Sinclair for fuck’s sake, he knew self defense like no one and he had reflexes as sharp as a knife, Charles was no competition. The first gunshot to the window and the second to poor Richard’s stomach, he held the gun in his hands now. There were heavy knocks on the door, it was time. He pulled the trigger, he felt the fake bullet hit his temple and explode with the pig blood, he dropped to the floor and tried to stay as still as he could. The others were too shocked and their heads fuzzy. He smiled smugly to himself when he felt the blanket on him, bless Francis. His father’s men came acting like the police and took him out of there, straight to the private plane.

“You will get over it.” His father interrupted his train of thought. “But, you have to know one thing and keep it in your head, always.”

“What is it?” He was desperate for some good advice.

“Henry Winter is dead, it is time for you to be who you really are supposed to be. Henry Sinclair.”

Henry smiled at that, he would never say it out loud but he felt better being Henry Sinclair, his true self.

Henry Winter was someone he used for his Hampden years, Winter was his mother’s maiden name and he put it to good use. He didn’t need anyone recognizing the Sinclair name.However, there was one thing he never planned. Falling in love with a certain twin blonde girl, if this meant falling in love, he wasn’t sure. He felt protective over her, wanted to protect her as long as he could. But how could he lay beside her at night knowing that he was going to leave her? He didn’t mean to hurt her, she was better off without him and Charles, he just hoped he stayed away from her.

His mother joined them in the lounge, as he walked beside her son she caressed his dark hair and she sat beside her husband.

“It will get easier, honey. I know your heart aches for that blonde girl twin, she will get over it too. Just like your friends. What matters is that the plan went perfectly, and now we have you here with us.”

She threw back a few inches of her husband’s scotch and smiled at her family.

“Paris will wash all your troubles away. You will see the wonderful business of our family, get to know some new friends, join us to magnificent balls and parties.” She smirked at him slyly, he knew that smile of hers, he knew what was coming. “And who knows? You might meet a nice sweetheart and hold her close to your heart.”

“Paris does show you true love, son.” His father says and puts his hands on his mother’s, his fingertips touching her wedding band.

“Yeah, sure. I am fine by myself, thank you.” Henry rolled his eyes, the scotch in his head brought out his attitude. His parents shared a knowing look.

There was a heavy silence now, all three of them lost in their own thoughts. Until Laura, their maid, came in and informed them of their schedule.

“The pilot just announced that the plane will land in an hour, a driver will be waiting at the airport and he will be taking you to your apartment.”

“Actually, Laura,” said Mr.Sinclair. “Henry will be taken to his own apartment.” He wrote an address on a piece of paper and gave it to the maid. “Get another driver and give him the address. Thank you, Laura.”

The maid left and Henry gave a peek to his parents who were already looking at him with smug smiles.

“Thank you, father, mother.” He really was grateful, what he needed was his own space, alone with his thoughts. All he wanted was to finally sleep some and then have some good old silence. Which he could never have, his head and brain were always running and thinking. He needed a good book to concentrate on, or maybe if he emptied his mind down to his diary, he could feel relieved. Or perhaps, if only he had Camilla by his side, he could put his stress somewhere else… Whatever, he should just get himself together and flip the page.

“You will feel much better when we arrive.” Mrs.Sinclair stood up and started to leave the lounge. “I will sort the luggages for the landing.” And with that, she left. Leaving father and son, alone.

“There is more to life than books and ancient languages, Henry. Until you settle down, there are always good ways to cope with stress. Like… Beautiful women, eager to please.” Here we go…

“You kn—“ he tried interrupting.

“I know, I know. Not my business, you have your own private life and I know it. But, so you know. The building we own, where you will live in the apartment, has a little section for pleasure. If you want anything or anyone, pick up the phone and you shall have it. So you know.”

“Alright. I will think about it.” He won’t.

Don’t you get him wrong, he liked to have sex. He liked being inside of a woman, feeling her warmth everywhere and holding her close. He liked seeing pleasure consume her body and seeing it on her face. While he was in Hampden he always found a nice girl to fuck, he didn’t use women, he gave them all the pleasure they could want and he put their pleasure in front of his, always. But he was dead to the one woman he felt really hungry for, some whore or anyone for that matter will not do the job. Right now, he just wanted to get to the place he will call his home and rest for a while.

But for now, he can at least close his eyes knowing that Henry Winter is dead, he can now focus on one thing and one thing only.

Being his true self, Henry Sinclair.

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[henrywintersdearestgirl]

Si vis amari, ama

The first writing is here. Excuse me if I had made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

You may think that Henry is ooc here, but we never knew what went on in his head...

I hope that you will enjoy my writing!

xoxo, Rosemary

warnings: none, we are just getting warmed up, doves:)

Henry’s point of view

I was on my way to the Lycée as usual, nothing seemed out of order that day, it was just like any other days I’ve lived, before her. I arrived at Julian’s office and I’ve let myself in, Everyone except the twins were already there, sitting and sipping their tea. When  they heard the door close, they snapped out of the conversation I interrupted and looked up at me from their seats.

“Well, nice of you to join us.” said Francis first. Then they all stood up and greeted me as I greeted them. Now with me in the group, we made our way back to the seats in the office, I sat in my usual leather armchair. I reached for my tea and I noticed one more on the table. Why one? If we were waiting on the twins, there would be two extra teacups on the table. So, why one? Maybe one of them is sick, I thought.

“The twins are not in town.” Julian interrupted my train of curious thoughts on the twins lack of presence and the extra tea cup. “Their grandmother got some cold and they hopped right on the train, so we won’t be expecting them today and probably a few days.” Julian stood up and checked the time on his watch, then he went to the door and looked out the hallway. I thought I heard him mutter something under his breath, I just didn’t heard what, I found his behavior rather strange. I looked over the others and I was met with three confused expressions, they looked at me as if I knew what was going on. 

“What is going on? Why is he acting like this?” Bunny and Richard mouthed these questions at me, I just shrugged my shoulders. If I was completely honest, it rather bothered me that I didn’t know what was the case in today’s class, what I knew is that I felt something, but for the life of me I couldn’t say if it was a good or bad feeling. But as I almost got into another thought cycle, Julian stood in front of us and began speaking,

“I suppose you want answers, why am I looking rather impatient?” he looked in our eyes with his usual warm expression. “I have an announcement to make, one that is quite rare,” 

“Should we be scared? I don’t know about you guys, but I have an awful gut feeling about this.” said Bunny with his eyes wider than usual.

“You are being a drama queen as usual, dear Bunny.” snickered Francis in response.

“Who says, cher Francois?” Bunny answered with a fake offence in his expression, Francis just stuck his tongue out and turned back to our professor.

Julian looked at me and Richard like a father who is finding amusement in his kids bickering, and we were kind of like his kids. 

“Calm your horses, children. If you skipped the joking, you would have already known what I’m about to say,” of course, they got quiet and they put all their attention on Julian. I was on the edge, I so badly wanted to know what he had to say. “Now that I have all your attention, let me make the announcement that I’ve grown quite fond of and I am sure that you will too.” he paused for the dramatic pause. “A new pupil will be joining our small circle!” we just stared in front of us, letting the new information sink in our minds. A new student in the greek class? Again? I always had a hard time getting used to new people around me, and after Richard I didn’t wish to do it again for a while, but as it seems Julian had different plans against my favour. With Richard we got lucky, everyone in our small circle liked him and he fit right in, but maybe luck will not be on our side this time.

“Again? Julian, I believe you are slowly letting every idiot in this class?” said Bunny, offended. Then he paused and looked at Richard, “no offense, old chap,”

“None taken.” said Richard, he tried not to look hurt and he managed to trick Bunny, but Francis and I noticed. While I shot Bunny a belittling glance, Francis caressed his sides in a comforting manner and the hurting look in Richard’s eyes went away in an instant.

“That is quite short-minded of you, Edmund” Julian shook his head as he said “Believe me when I say that our new student is brilliant and charming.” we sat in silence for a few moments, and while I wasn’t exactly thrilled at the thought of getting used to a new person, I was curious about the brilliance and the charm Julian mentioned. 

“What’s his name?” asked Richard after a little while. The second he finished the sentence there was a knock on the door, which caused all of us to snap our heads in the direction  of the door.

“Very well then,” Julian smiled suddenly and made his way to the door, just as he put his hands on the door handle he said “why don’t you ask that from her?” and he opened a door just a little bit and began talking to the person in front of the door. While I was focused on the door and the person behind it, I heard the others talking in shushed voices. “Her? Another girl? I could hardly tolerate Camilla, but another one? This is straight up bullshit!” At that I turned my head in his direction and what I saw was a very annoyed Bunny, how childish.

“What is wrong with Camilla? Don’t be like that, Bun.” Francis immediately slightly raised his voice a bit. 

“Am I hearing that you are questioning Julian’s opinion? And you are already against her and hating her just because she is a girl? Misogyny is one of the stupidest things to exist and yet, you are the first in line for it the second your fragile pride realizes that she is could be smarter than you.” Bunny furrowed his brows in confusion at first, but only for a second. Then he almost said something back at me if Francis didn’t interrupt him. “Henry’s right, Bun. We should meet her first and then we can form an opinion about her.”  “Guys– I think we’re about to meet her!” Richard said in a fast sentence and he was looking in the direction of the door, the second I turned my head to do the same, the door opened. Julian opened the door fully and beauty on earth herself, in a short skirt and a dark blue sweater, walked in. She was goddess like, everything about her. From her head of long and full curls, to the long legs that carried her in the most graceful way I’ve ever seen. Her gaze wandered to me first, and it made my breath stop in my throat. Those eyes sucked me in, those eyes that were the most prettiest shades. Is this what they describe in the books? When Julian put his palms on her shoulder and began speaking again she tore her gaze away from my eyes. It made me want to walk over to her and hold her face in one place so she can’t deny those eyes from me. Julian made her stand in front of all of us, I looked over to the others to see if they saw the same thing I did, and they did. They were all looking at her as if she was the most exotic thing in this land, and maybe she was. I found Bunny’s expression rather funny, he was just hating at the mention of her and now he was shamelessly staring at her with an open mouth. Julian put her in a spot where the sun was shining, now she looked like she just stepped right out of a fairytale, her pale skin was shining in the sunlight, and so did her hair and eyes, with the slight blush of her cheeks she really looked like an angel on earth. I almost jumped when Julian began speaking again. “Everyone, meet our Aphrodite!” at that she, let out a light giggle and her sweet sweet voice went straight to my heart. And when she began talking I almost melted, as if I wasn’t myself in that moment.

“Well thank you Julian,” she looked at him and flashed a charming and warm smile to him. “But, no one is as beautiful as Aphrodite, she is not just beautiful, but she is beauty herself. Whatever is beauty, she is exactly that.” Julian seemed surprised that she corrected him, but then he smiled, because he knew that she was right. Right she was, just knowing that she is willing to correct someone even if they are complementing her impressed me. And I always believed that it was hard to impress me, but she already did it with the fist sentence I heard her speak. I drank every word she said, and I still craved more.

“Very well, my dear. Already correcting the teacher, very brave. I can tell you will fit right in.” that made her smile shyly. “Why don’t you sit down and tell us about yourself? We already have tea prepared for you.” he guided her to the seat that was facing mine, and then he sat down on a seat himself. “Because the lack of our beloved twins and our new addition I decided that we just talk today.” he looked around. Francis, Richard and Bunny let out a relieved sigh in unison. Normally, I would have been mad that we talked about anything that’s not greek or latin, but I wanted to hear her speak more. It almost didn’t matter what she would talk about, I just wanted to hear more of that sweet skylark voice, but I also needed to know more about her. Who was I in that moment?

“Thank you, this is a very warm welcome you are giving me.” she took a sip of her tea and I believe she was smiling at Francis, who was almost as fascinated with her as I was. She introduced herself, her name matched her, she had an accent I believe, she didn’t pronounce her name like we would have.

“Well, Y/N. “Julian responded before anyone else could, “these are my boys,” he introduced us to her,but when he saw our inability to talk, he did it himself. “That red haired fellow is Francis Abernathy, also our new addition Richard Papen, Edmund Corcoran also known as ‘Bunny’ and the brilliant Henry Winter.” she followed us with her gaze as Julian introduced us one by one and she gave us all a small smile, Francis made a face and winked at her. That made her smile widely with her teeth, I wanted to make her smile like that. Too bad, I don’t know how to make people laugh out loud. Until now that didn’t bothered me, it still doesn’t if I’m talking about anyone else, but her. “Are you american?” asked Bunny “I mean, obviously you’re not, so like, where are you from?” she sat back a bit and crossed her legs, for a second I saw the lacy top of her black thights and it made my breath hitch in my throat, and that caused me to clear my throat. A bit louder than I anticipated so now all eyes shot to me. I just reached for my tea and took a long sip. I put the teacup back in it’s original place on the table and I lifted my chin towards her, signalling that she can continue. It seemed that it was hard for her to tear her gaze away from mine, she zoned out for a mere second while looking deeply into my eyes through my glasses. Now that she quite close from me I could see the shade of her eyes, and I have never seen a pair of eyes so confusing. They had shades of dark green, the darkest of blues and gray. But they were none of the above, and when I realized that, I knew that those eyes we’re going to follow me anywhere I go.

“No, I am definitely not from america, I’m from europe. A little bit from everywhere. The blood of my family is very colorful, so I don’t tie myself down to one nationality.” she reached for her tea and took small sips as she let the information she just gave us sink in. “It may sound like that, but if I’m honest I didn’t see much of the world.”

We talked for a while, which wasn’t much because Bunny and Richard had to go, but not a second of it was awkward. She had quite the talent to fill up the silence, without sounding boring or anything of the sort. Bunny had a dentists appointment and, of course, he is too much of a child to go on his own, so he found someone to drag to the other side of town and in this case Richard was the victim. Me and Francis bid our goodbyes and left, except Francis gave her a big hug. I just stood by the door and gave her a small nod, barely a smile. She needed to stay in  the office for a bit, so Julian could give her everything we did in the past classes, because when she arrived in Hampden it was well into the semester. Strange. 

Me and Francis stood in front of the building and lit a cigarette, and stood in silence for a little while. It was nearing the end of autumn, but the leaves were too stubborn to leave the trees. Now that I was thinking about it, the color of the dark leaves matched her hair. She was like a mother or a child of autumn. I turned my head in Francis’s direction, and just as I expected he was already looking at me. What I didn’t expect was a sly smirk on his face, he smiled at me like he knew something that I didn’t, and maybe he did.

“Yes, Francis? Is there anything you would like to say?” I spoke when I realized that he was waiting for me to speak up first.

“Oh, it is nothing.” his grin became wider, but he was trying so hard to hide it. “So, how do you like Hampden’s Aphrodite?” he needed to bite down on his lips, so he wouldn’t burst out laughing. I knew what he was indicating, he noticed my mesmerization with her, but I was too stubborn to let him hear what he wanted, which was close to impossible, it was Francis after all.

“She seems intelligent, and the way she talks shows that she knows a lot of things.” I kept my answer casual, but Francis had other plans. 

“And she is very pretty, no?” he nudged my elbows with his, I shot him a cold look. But there was no denying, he knew that her beauty made a nest in my mind. “I am messing with you, I know you are too proud to admit that Henry Winter actually has a soul and he might have a small crush.” he looked like he was so proud of himself, proud that the second I let my emotions show - even if for a second - he could see them loud and clear. “Let me tell you something, I know that we have our differences in romantic interests, but I am most definitely not blind. That girl right in there is someone special, not just because of her beauty, but she is charming and she seems like she has a smart mind.” he was looking almost too deeply into my eyes. “What I am saying may be absolutely worthless to you, but I would not let my pride keep me away from that girl, a girl like her comes once in a lifetime. Do whatever you will with that information.” he patted me on the shoulders after he finished his dramatic speech. What bothered me the most was the fact that he was not saying nonsense.

“Her eyes are so confusing.” that was all I said, and for him it was enough. “I know, that’s what Camilla said and I noticed it myself. Those eyes match her.” we continued our conversation as if Francis never said his monologue about her and I. 

“Camilla knows her?” I realized a second later that Camilla already met her somehow. “When her and Charles were on their way to the train station, they stopped here on the way and Camilla ran up to Julian’s office to tell him about their situation. And she was there, they talked for a few minutes and Milly said that they were getting along really well and that she enjoyed their small talk.” said Francis. “Actually, I was thinking of inviting her over to the country house, what do you think?”

“It is perfectly fine by me,--” I looked behind Francis and there she was. She was a bit far away from us, and she didn’t notice our presence. Francis must have noticed the sudden stopping in my speech so he followed my gaze, when he realized what, or more like who I was looking at, we both got quiet. We just spectated her from afar as if any sudden movement would cause her to get away from our gazes, like a deer. She was now bundled up in an overcoat with a silk scarf and gloves, the wind lightly caressed her hair, as if it was trying to be gentle not to hurt her in anyway. She dug up a pack of cigarettes and lit one. As she stood there, looking up to the dark clouds in the sky and blowing out the tobacco out of those lips, I knew that I was going to take up on Francis’s advice. As if I wouldn’t have done that otherwise.

“Si vis amari, ama. (“If you want to be loved, love), said Francis out of the blue. He put out his cigarette, smiled at me and walked away.

I looked back at her, I couldn’t help the corners of my lips turning upwards and I murmured under my breath, to myself.

“Si vis amari, ama.”

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[henrywintersdearestgirl]

Would you doves be interested in me writing more chapters for Sinclair?

Or perhaps some burning hot smut?:)

Give me requests freely, and don’t be shy to let the inner beast out;)

xoxo

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[henrywintersdearestgirl]

Hello!

Would you doves enjoy a Henry Winter fanfic that would be written in Richard Papen’s point of view?

I have this idea in my head and I am interested if you would like it.

xoxo, Rosemary <3

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[henrywintersdearestgirl]

Prologue

Hello, my darling doves

Suprise! The fanfiction began.

Before you dig into it… Yes, it is in a different timeline than the actual book, and not all things are same as in the book, but you will find out eventually:)

I hope you will like it and I’m always open to hear your opinions on it!

xoxo, Rosemary<3

warnings: none:) maybe alcohol use, but this is tsh so nobody really cares

summary: just some warming up

word count: 1.3k

Richard Papen, 1953

Some nights, I am still at that hotel. We all are. Charles with a gun in his hand, Camilla sobbing, Francis and I frozen, and Henry… Nearly smiling at the gun. The next events happened barely in a mere second. The screaming, the gunshots, the warm feeling in my stomach, the red wine and blood splashing. Henry lay dead on the floor, his pale face covered in blood. He was pronounced dead on the scene when the police arrived, while they were on their way Francis put a blanket on him, I don’t remember those moments very well. I only remember the blood on his face and his closed eyes. Francis was the only one who attended the funeral, I would have gone with him to Missouri, where he was getting buried, but I was laying in the hospital with a gunshot.

I never saw the twins ever again. Charles ran away and Camilla went silent. We nearly couldn’t care less about Charles after what he had done, but Camilla was a hard pill to swallow.

Me and Francis tried everything we could for a good while, brought her to the best psychiatrist, and we stayed with her patiently. Until she finally spoke to us again. But only a few words, she kindly asked us to leave her alone to deal with her grief, Henry or Charles, we never knew. We understood and left her alone like she asked. We tried our best to get our friend back and figured that she would contact us if she wanted to.

—

Me and Francis kept in touch over the years, calls and visits were engraved in our daily routines. He visited me in Chicago and I visited him in Boston. I analyzed literature and sometimes gave lessons in big named schools. Francis wrote detective books, he started writing them as a distraction and they blew up, people loved him. In the end, both of us were steady on our feet. I wasn’t in possession of a family fortune, but I became a bit wealthy myself.

However, there was one name we never dared to speak. Until today.

We were at Francis’s huge apartment, on the couch, whiskey in hand. We already drank a bottle of Irish whiskey. Suddenly he laughed to himself in a drunken manner. “What is it?” I laughed to myself too at his odd manner, the whiskey really managed to get in my head, I felt dizzy and floaty.

His laughing slowly went away and he stared at the maroon wall dreamily. “You know what I think about sometimes?” He looked at me with a sly foxy smile. “What if Henry never died?” I suddenly sat up and a little part of me was relieved that he said Henry’s name, he might have been drunk out of his mind but still. He knew Henry for a longer time than I did and his death was harder for him, he is also a sensitive fellow so that was not the greatest mix. I started snickering at his foolish question, but I stopped it when I saw his serious face, he was lost in thought.

“Francis? Where did this come from? We both watched him fall to the floor.” I tried studying his face, he wouldn’t look in my eyes.

“I know, I know. But those parts are so blurry, I barely remember how we got out of there. What do you remember from it?” He finally looked at me.

“Oh yeah, I remember every single little detail that happened. Especially the gunshot wound in my stomach and the blood oozing out of it!” He angered me a bit, the alcohol made the moment more dramatic than it actually was.

“Okay, I see your point…” He bit his lip, as if he was in distress. “What if he didn’t actually die? That was the last time we saw him and we got ushered out so quickly that we didn’t even register what hap—“

“Aren’t you a detective murder mystery writing novelist? Your mind is more creative day by day.” I point to his shelf, where he displayed the awards his books and stories won, in a joking manner. He was really good at what he was doing, no wonder everyone always begged for the new novel of his, even my students who I eventually taught from time to time.

He was not laughing, not appreciating my joke. I could see it in his eyes that he really was thinking. “Richard, have you ever seen him after that?”

“Weren’t you the one who sat through his whole funeral?!”

“It was a closed casket.” He shrugged.

“Closed casket?” I straightened up at the new information. “Didn’t he always say that he was going to have an open casket funeral?”

Francis’s eyes widened. “He did, because he wanted people to really see that all of us end up in the same way.” It was silent for a few minutes, until Francis turned to me. “Richard, if he could write his car to your name, then he could have had an open casket funeral. He wrote what he wanted for it when he was like sixteen, and the way he was looking at the gun?” We turned more serious by the second.

“Maybe he had a closed casket to spare Camilla?” I brought up my only explanation, but even I barely believed it.

“Camilla is not as weak as you think, and Henry was or is not that soft to change what he always believed in for a girl.” My biggest problem was that he actually made some sense, there was something about what he had said.

“So, let me get this straight. Henry may be alive and we didn’t think of this for five years?” I scoffed and turned to Francis. I put my hands on both of his shoulders and sighed deeply, as if I was a father who is about to tell a life lesson to his child. “Look Francis, I know that this Henry being alive and well alternative is way more sweeter, but it is not the truth and not the one we live in.”

“I know, but what if—“ He tried to interrupt me.

“No, no more what if’s… Henry is dead. We watched him shoot himself in the head and drop to the floor. You sat through his funeral, closed casket or not, he was in there. He is gone, Francis. Fuck… I wish he wasn’t, I wish we found a better way to deal with everything going on without anyone dying. I wish that Charles never came in with a gun in hand…” He had tears in his eyes from my little speech, maybe I did too, but I needed him to open up his eyes and see our sad truth.

He smiled sadly, a fat tear running down his freckled cheek. “I wish for anything that could have kept our group together…” he said as he stared into the crunching fire in the fireplace. I believe that in that moment he tried really hard for the first time to accept what we came to.

“We’re here now. Maybe up there, Bunny could give that goddamn slap back to Henry and even bang him in the head with his stupid latin diary.” I nudged his shoulder, trying to ease the tension. What I didn’t expect was a proper laugh from him. Half a genuine laugh, half a grieving sob.

“Yeah, you’re right… Thank you, Richard. For everything.” He lifted his glass and we clicked them together.

“To new beginnings.”

“To new fucking beginnings.”

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[repnvrbeenworse]

The real reason why Edmund Corcoran was murdered.

"tell me who did this to you?"

Henry was not surprised when soft knocks on his apartment door interrupted his midnight reading, he set the book aside next to the ashtray, which had a burning cigarette, on the small yet elegant coffee table. He rose slowly and was halfway through the hallway when he heard her silvery voice.

“Henry? Are you home?”

It was very common for her to come uninvited to his house in the middle of the night, to be honest, there wasn’t a day she was not invited to Henry´s house. He could be in the middle of any important activity and he would just stop to pay attention to anything related to her. He felt his heart pump faster, as if were to beat out of his chest, Henry knew why she was in his door step.

Edmund Corcoran has never been a bad boyfriend but something inside him had changed in the past two to three weeks, he would heat up very easily with no apparent motive and who was there to take the blow? his poor girlfriend.

What Henry found funny was that Bunny knew about his feeling towards his very own girlfriend, “Don’t you think I see how you look at her uh? It’s so bloody obvious.” He´d say, but what would he truly think if he saw her in this particular moment, outside of his best mate’s door, probably drenched from the pouring rain asking if he was home.

Henry finally opened the door to find her slowly walking down the stairs, her wet silk dress tight around her body made him stare for a little longer.

“(Y/N)?” He asked softly.

She turned around and finally looked at him through her lashes, dark circles were prominent under her eyes, he didn’t really know if it was some makeup or from the lack of sleep. Henry chose to think it was the first option.

“Oh dear, you scared me” she said touching her chest slightly “I thought you weren’t home, I was about to leave, I’m sorry for waking you up Henry.”

“Don’t worry, I was doing my late-night reading, in fact I made some coffee. I could make more if you were to join me.” Henry was aware of her shyness, when it was just her, not with Francis, not Camilla and especially not with Bunny. So, he tried to make it a little bit easier for her to feel comfortable around him, something Henry was not used to doing with anyone.

Henry moved aside motioning calmly for her to come in his apartment, so she did. The atmosphere was very cozy and welcoming, a couple of candles were burning at the end of the corridor and the lamp was on in the small living room that had a big glass window next to the armchair where he had previously been reading.

“Excuse me if it sounds rude, but what are you doing here so late at night?” He paused, “are you alright?”.

“Yes, of course I’m alright Henry, just wanted to pay you a visit.” She said rather fast shaking her hand carelessly. That’s when he noticed. Her right wrist was a yellowish purple shade, it was a print, a hand print.

“What is that?” Henry hissed getting close to her for (Y/N) to take a step backwards. Henry stopped right in his tracks. Had it been somebody else he would have loved the effect of fear he had just inflicted on her, but it was (Y/N).

“I’m just going to ask once, tell me who did this to you?” she could bear to look him in the eye, she was focused on his ridiculous slippers, he was most definitely pulling off with the black bathrobe.

“It was an accident, its nothing… he was just angry, don’t wor-“ “He?,who?” He interrupted her. “I need a name right now” He took a deep breath.

“It was Bun, but really Henry you have nothing to worry about, it was not like last time he was just drunk and-“

“It was not like last time? Last time? Oh lord, since when has this been going on?”

“I can’t remember.” She spoke quietly, she was terrified. “Fuck” Henry rarely cursed, it was vulgar he used to say, so it came as a surprise when he did, under his breath.

“And he thinks he can get away with this uh?” He started to approach her slowly again.

“Come on Henry, there is nothing I can do against someone as big as Bunny, you know that.”

“Yes I know, but I could help you, I just cant let him treat you this way-“It was her turn to interrupt him.

“I’m terrified, okay?” He was looking at her intensely. “Not of Bunny, but, what if this is all I’m going to have for the rest of my life, this kind of sick joke love story that I deserve after what happened.” She was referring to the `deer´, the had `run over´.

She said starting to walk towards the living room and sat down in Henry´s only armchair. It was funny, Henry only had one armchair, one place to sit down in his living room as to say that he never liked company. She slowly motioned toward the cigarette in the ashtray asking for permission, he was leaning against the frame of the door, he nodded.

“So, I murder someone, we kept it a secret and Bunny has every right to hit you anytime he wishes, just because?” He was very mad, not at her obviously, at Bunny but most at himself. For not realizing the clear cries of help.

“Just because.” She puffed the smoke out, her lips trembling slightly.

“Well, this cannot continue any further, I’ll have a word with him first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Are you crazy? he already thinks we are hooking up; he will lose his mind.” He nodded. “Did you know? That Bun thinks we have this secret affair going on.”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I was aware of it, he came to me a couple of ago. He said and I quote “Don’t look at her like that, she is mine, you try something and I will myself chop your balls off.”” He stated cringing at the last part.

“Why did you keep this from me?” She said standing up and facing Henry with her arms crossed, cigarette now forgotten in the ash tray.

“Why do you think? It’s embarrassing! To get caught looking at your mate’s girlfriend who happens to be a close friend.” He said sarcastically slowly straightening his back as he was leaning on the door frame.

“Well to be completely honest, I have also been looking in your direction, you are a very handsome sight.” She admitted slowly but certainly approaching him. “Very, very good-looking, hot...”

“Stop, we can’t do this, as much as I would love to, as much as I have dreamt about this moment, it’s just not right.” He said frustratedly while running his fingers through his hair.

“Since when do you, Henry Winter, care about what is right and what is not-” She whispered slowly opening his robe.

“-True.” Henry interrupted her.

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