Donnatartt Stories

"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 ba...

❝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...

SMUT

A book of short stories about Henry and Lilith. Not a sequel, but connected to my previous book "The Madness Of Love". Henry Winter x fem. oc (Some of these wi...

"You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?" "Yes. Does that frighten you?" "It excites me" In which a young glamorous aspiring politician who g...

I don't remember much from high school. I found most classes boring aside from history and science. One of my favorite lessons pertained to the sun. My teacher informed...

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

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞, 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳...

A series of imagines/one shots based on The Secret History, mostly involving Henry Winter. Ut Pulvis Omnia Reditus (Everything Returns To Dust) What happened directly a...

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

Short story I wrote two or three years ago. Somehow i still like it. Henry Winter and an OC.

I've look for you in every which way, outside of me, behind me, in front of me... inside me.

« 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 a...

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 salva...

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

Marcella, a girl eager to escape from her mother's grasp and the imprisonment of her hometown seeks a college far enough away but still allows her to stay in touch with...

This is a boreo/the goldfinch fanfic.

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.

" The museum building was large and elegant. It jutted out of the ground like some grand hindrance in a hero's journey. The pillars loomed large and white against t...

just a bunch of remarkable quotes from one of my all time favourite books.