Winchester (Dead Plate Fanfic)
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  • Reads 395
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 23m
Ongoing, First published Jul 03, 2024
Mature
Sinking. That's all I've ever felt. Everytime someone shot a glare or muttered a word, I was dragged deeper into the water. My body was almost completely submerged, until...

Rody Lamoree has lived a miserable life. From a young age, he was recognized for his academic and social potential, putting him in a class above most others. Although he grew up with such fortune, one let down after another has caused Rody to spiral down a dark, twisted hole of grief. The one woman he thought could help him through the fray has left; he felt helpless. But someone just like him came alone, redefining what love and success meant for him all together.

NOTE: Please look at the PSA to see all of the tags. There is triggering content and although there will be trigger warnings in the beginning, it would be good to be aware. You can also find this work on Archive Of Our Own (ao3) under the username "shoes_16".
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