"For what it's worth, Henry, you have nothing to prove to me." "And when it all falls apart?" "I'll be there."

Henry Winter had almost been slightly empty throughout his life. That was until he met a girl almost equally as empty - or missing something. He just didn't know he would fall thoroughly, irreversibly in love with her. [This story will contain topics of suicide, self harm, eating disorders, grooming, murder, rape and domestic abuse. If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please don't read. Also all characters except Margots family and James, and most story points are Donna Tartt's.]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ richard papen was utterly infatuated with bunny corcoran's best friend-he loves her, and doesn't care if she loves him back, he just wants to hear the so-called meaningless words leave her lips. richard papen, under editing

For seventeen years, Henry’s always been content with a cup of tea and a good book. But when he decides that he wants to write one of his own, he realizes he lacks something to write about. So, when the enigmatic Winter McLane transfers to his school, he thinks he may have finally found what he’s been looking for.

"The madness of love is the greatest of heaven's blessings" - Plato Henry Winter x fem. oc !not my original characters except my oc! obviously the story is based on Donna Tartt's book.

It's the sophomore year of the Greek students at Hampden College. The year accelerates for Henry Winter when in the library, near his favorite Greek plays, he meets Elizabeth Wallace, an enigmatic girl who's just as fond of Homeric texts and Platonic philosophies. The anticipated performance of the Oresteia is approaching, and the two find themselves involved with things more ominous than just a Greek tragedy. In fact, it's no longer fiction. It's becoming reality.

❝Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I'm setting off, but not without my muse❞ Henry always liked to take care of flowers, and Liliana Alarie was one flower that he would take care of for forever.

"he looked at her like he just realised what love is" As a student of Hampton College, it's easy to feel isolated, cut off from the rest of the world. This is only one of the reasons Henry Winter loves it. Ever since he's been able to form memories, Henry has felt... numb, in a way. The world around him has always appeared uneventful and dull. The one thing he finds a sort of comfort in is burying his head in studies of the ancient. Now, in his second year of college, he's planning to do just that. But suddenly, something shifts when he meets Odette, a young literature student with her heart on her cheek. Henry has never before been much interested in romance. Not that he was particularly against it, only that he had never met anyone who interested him enough for him to actually consider it and he didn't expect to. That's why he gets profusely confused when he can't seem to stay away from this seemingly ordinary, uncomplicated girl. Still, he feels like he's been throw into a play and given the role the lovestruck hero. And things don't often go well for love eyed boys in stories. Especially not when your story is a tragedy. Still, he cannot stop himself. Her touch is addictive, her kiss intoxicating, and now that he's felt her attention on him, he doesn't know how he'll ever survive without it. All characters except Odette are owned and created by the queen of literature, Donna Tartt. This story takes place the year before The Secret History and will later move onto the plot of the book with changes to fit the main character and her story. For anyone actually reading this, I am so sorry because I am in the habit of going back and editing, which could absolutely make it confusing. For anyone who's reading this years later, it will be so much better because of it.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. (Dead Poets Society Fan Fiction) (Completed Novella)

"we were never in love because romeo and juliet were never in love." "never thought of you as a cynic." "never thought of you as a romantic." - - - o romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name. or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and i'll no longer be a capulet - - - based off of the movie "dead poets society". i do not own any of the characters. - - - 23-12-18: #1 in dps 28-12-18: #1 in knoxoverstreet 07-02-19: #2 in deadpoetssociety 13-08-19: #1 in robinwilliams 20-11-19: #1 in toddanderson 04-06-22: #1 in neilperry