Donnatartt Stories

boris pavlikovsky x female reader

The chronicles of Theo and Boris: a neverending story! Starts off with some unexpected romantic moments they shared as druggie teens, then cuts to the aftermath of salvaging The Goldfinch and what that looks for their relationship as they journey through adulthood. Rated M for drug use, underage drinking, and sex. I'm not going to make it too too smutty or graphic. (Based on movie) HOMOPHOBIA IS NOT PERMITTED AND WILL NOT BE TOLERATED IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM!!! This is a safe space ^_^ <3

boris and theo, post returning their most prized possession. the little bird that kept them each connected to both good, and bad- and each other.

It will be 2 years since in have discovered the goldfinch next march jesus christ

An alternate ending to the 2014 book "The Goldfinch" if Theodore Decker would've reacted in time and went to the big city together with Boris Pavlikovsky. I started writing this around the end of spring to the start of summer 2022, when my "The Goldfinch" obsession was peaking. By then, I'd only watched the movie once or twice and still hadn't gotten and read the book, so the fan fiction was based on my assumptions and headcanons, and most of the stuff written wasn't accurate to the book or even the movie. I won't be continuing this fanfic since I'm trying to focus on my own creativity and making up my own stories. I just thought it'd be fun to share, maybe for myself to look back on in the future. I apologize for the errors in the writing; my first language isn't English.

SMUT WARNING just a smutty boreo fic with some angst and fluff

Boris was a young boy in Las Vegas he had a hard life addiction abound bullying. And with time he finds a coping mechanism... Theo . The real question is Theo real or not

Louisa Evanston is the daughter of a foreign dignitary who has spent the majority of her life moving from place to place until one day when her parents send her off to Irvine College, a private school in Birchfield, Maine, where she befriends and grows close to four other students, Charlotte McAlister, Benjamin Flockhart, Vivian Ortiz and Noah Woods. When something sinister happens on campus, the fates of these five friends, all youths destined for bright futures, becomes uncertain.

These bitches are my mental health support- and I thought it would be cool to make a one shot book-

Boris and Theo in vegas headcanons/ one shots (no smut cause that's nasty)

Henry Winter had always been an imposing, emotionless figure. But all is bound to change when a girl who reminds him of a lost sheep transfers into his precious Ancient Greek class. Will he pause his plans for her or will his murderous urges be too strong?

basically answering 10 questions. super sick

« Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones I did not. » - Francis Abernathy, The Secret History by Donna Tartt. One-shot book for Francis Abernathy and Richard Papen. !! I do not own any of the characters !! Extra notes that I wanted to add: You thought this was going to be a book where Richard is the oh-so-perfect boyfriend and doesn't use the inner monologue that much? Well, if that's so, you're WRONG. His inner monologue is very annoying, just like in the actual book, because we need an #edgy Richard. He also romanticises everything (just like he does in the book) because I do that too and I want to use it as an opportunity to romanticise everything! Did you also think I was going to make Francis full of confidence, with stong will, self respect and no trauma dumps? You're WRONG AGAIN. He is an INFP, I wrote him as an INFP (derogatory). He is going to cry at least once in this book because I love the hurt/comfort/hurt/comfort trope!!

"The air would smell like the cold night. I would run underneath the lights, with my breath choking for laughter. I would turn to him. Watch his eyes, and there would be no fear of future. His nose with hidden freckles and bent like a beak. He'd then look at me and smile. I'd get lost in it. Goosebumps would strike through my spine. And my mind, happy, dreaming of this day to come and to life, being faster than the wind, would expire. And I? I would smile back. " This is a short story that's partened in 2 parts. It's written by my perspective of an obsession towards fictional characters, as I'm sure most of us have that problem. (Boris Pavlikovsky is a character from the book 'The Goldfinch', so all rights to Donna Tartt for making such a beautiful character.)

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

This is a boreo/the goldfinch fanfic.

《the bög gc pulls u closer and whispers in ur ear:" i know u pronounce bög as bog"》

does what it says in the title, just for way too many fandoms.

[ TW - alcohol/drugs, violence implied ] "On nights like this, I could only hope to give him at least half of the calmness he brought me." Or, the tables are turned for a change as Theo takes care of Boris.

[ TW - homophobia mentions, violence mentions, sex mentions, internalized homophobia/heteronormativity ] Theo contemplates his feelings in a letter to his mother.