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i think they have the perfect kind of love, and i think about them way too much
(also would andrew have longer hair or a buzz cut?? i feel like both work…)

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i think they have the perfect kind of love, and i think about them way too much
(also would andrew have longer hair or a buzz cut?? i feel like both work…)

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Here’s a short one shot associated to my Wintercaulay headcanon (the one with migraine Henry mistaking Charles for Camilla and kissing him), a brilliant suggestion from the wonderful @papencaulay
Just for the warning, it’s the first « fanfic » I write so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
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When Charles pushed the old wooden door, a terrible screech that didn’t fail to make him flinch welcomed him and he was soon wrapped into a blanket of shadows. The room bathed in obscurity, the outside world’s sounds drowned as if he had entered a bubble away from time and reality. There was no sound, no movement and Charles couldn’t help but feel a twinge of relief as he realised : “Henry must be asleep, I’ll just drop the medicine Camilla gave me by his side and leave before he notices me.”
As if in a dream, he took a few hesitant steps inside, blinded at first by the burning obscurity. He was immediately welcomed by a foul humid atmosphere, its hot pearly breath clinging to his skin to sparkle it in pearls of sweat. Clenching more tightly the precious remedy in his hands, he blinked a few times as he tried to make sense of the room, his eyes slowly getting use to the darkness around him. He soon spotted with a certain relief the large towering shadow of Henry’s bed and hurried his way to it, wishing to get out of there as quickly as possible; but his haste was cut short as his hurry only rewarded him with sharp pain as he stumbled across a chair, his foot trembling at the impact as a loud noise filled the room.
“Damn it !” he cursed under his breath, halting and fixing his eyes once more to Henry’s bed. He could now distinguish the large form of Henry melted between his multiple pillows and couldn’t help but feel alert, studying each and every breath coming from the sleeping figure.
“Surely such a sound must have woke him up” he though with a grunt. Yet Henry remained motionless, his chest simply rising and falling back in a precise, metronomic motion. One, two, three steady breaths… Charles didn’t move until he was certain the beast was still asleep before tip toeing his way to Henry’s bedside, keeping a close eye on the sleeping giant.
He was slowly bending down to press the little package in his hands to the golden wood of Henry’s bedside when he suddenly felt a strong grip at his collar that tugged him forward. The last thing he saw were two glows of deep sapphire blue before he felt a wet warmness crash into his lips. Charles froze at the sudden impact, yet didn’t move, neither pulling away nor leaning in as he felt a thrill storming through his veins at the intensity of the lips moving against his. A sudden dizziness swept across him as he heard his clothes ruffle against the silken sheets and a coarse broad hand tugged through his curls, bringing him closer with an odd unprecedented familiarity.
The gestures were so feverish yet gentle, an aching tenderness lingering in every touch and Charles felt himself melt in this unknown love, a warm cloud taking hold of his mind. But as he was starting to let himself bask in this glowing love, in that so passionate yet sweet kiss he received to his heart as a “thank you”, he suddenly felt nothing but the choking air. The lips were gone as quickly as they had arrived and Charles stumbled lightly a few steps away.
He was so overwhelmed by the unexpected encounter he nearly missed Henry’s head falling back into his pillows with a soft thud, but the light grunt of pain that escaped the tall man at the movement brought him back to reality.
“Henry”, he thought,”I just kissed- no was kissed by Henry Winter”. And just as they had warmed up under the loving touches, his lips felt now cold yet burning, their wetness dripping on his chin in a manner that made him nauseous. He had kissed Henry Winter… he had kissed Henry Winter and had enjoyed it.
He could still feel on his lips the light caress of his breath, the feverish twitch of his pink flesh, the soft scraps of his teeth against his own skin. The memory seemed everlasting, his lips aching. He wished nothing more at that moment than to bathe his skin until it was freed from Henry’s ghostly breath. And yet, he would never forget the cologne heavy sent that bewitched his mind, the coarseness of the fingers roaming their way through his curls, tugging them, owning them, freeing him from any thought other than that love, that oh so sweet love he craved since childhood, yet had never received freely until then. How could he forget the taste of tenderness, of an affection not chased, not fought for, but an affection so sweetly offered as if it was the easiest gift, the most natural thing to do ?
And yet… it had been taken from him. His breath, his love, his morals, his now slipping sanity, Henry Winter had taken them all in one touch, in one kiss, in another stolen kiss. It wasn’t the first time that happened, Francis was always trying to reap one from his lips but, for the first time, he hadn’t been seen as an object, a relief to a frustrated soul. He had been loved, briefly perhaps, but loved still, even if it was just for a moment. He had been adored, his skin worshipped, his soul touched, seen, caressed, and all of these not as a forced token from Camilla nor the voluptuous rapt of a one night lover, but given by a dying man, by a nearly unconscious Henry Winter, his classmate, his friend, a man he both envied and was fascinated by, but worse than anything to him, by a man.
Suffocating with creeping guilt, Charles swiftly made his way out of the room, fleeing that wrecked room. Each of his movements was automatic, thoughtless, delaying the questions that were sure to flood his mind, why’s, how’s. And yet, as he was cautiously closing the squealing door, he couldn’t help but steal one last glance at a blissfully unaware Henry Winter.
holy fuck this is so good i feel insane thank you for feeding wintercaulay nation
henry winter was honestly serving y/n realness because why did every single member of the greek class want him. like every single one
do u think that in post-canon charles would ever be able to fully recover from his alcoholism
unfortunately, i don’t think so. i think his alcoholism is something he will struggle with for the remainder of his life, especially when you consider his less than ideal life circumstances. he lost camilla, someone he was overly reliant on for years of his life, and without her he is going to depend even more on alcohol to soothe the ache of her absence. additionally, his marriage to an older woman, who i will say i do not think he truly loves. i read charles as a gay man, and i find his decision to marry someone older even more fascinating when you consider his character’s heavy csa implications. feels like a punishment towards himself, almost…

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do you guys know how fucking embarrassing it is to have charles as my favorite tsh character. not even just tsh, he’s one of my favorite characters of all time. i got my sister (who does not get mentally ill about media) to read tsh and she asked who my favorite was and i said charles and it was the most humiliating experience of my life. my favorite could’ve been camilla or literally anyone else but it’s him. why is this my life
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can we get more charles ship art please. please i am starving i will die if i am not fed. papencaulay abercaulay wintercaulay truthers wake up i will write fic for us

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insane line . insanity
i just know charles was getting passed around like a blunt during the bacchanal
Wintercaulay but it’s Henry having one of his migraines and Charles bringing him medicine or checking on him for Camilla because she got an emergency. And, in the dark, with a pounding head, Henry mistakes Charles for Camilla and just kisses him as he would usually do with her before flopping back into his bed on the brink of agony while Charles just shuts down completely taken aback and confused
okay so im sorry if this is a rlly weird question but im rlly curious to know ur opinion… I’ve seen some people say that they think the incest between the macaulay twins started when they were kids and ive seen some others say that they think it began under julian’s influence (bc of the greeks’ diff views on taboos). what are ur thoughts? their dynamic is one of the most fascinating aspects to me out of the whole book esp bc there is so much left unanswered and/or weirdly glossed over by richard lol. ugh they make me so sad…
tw incest/csa
not a weird question at all! i think a lot of people skirt around discussing the incest between the macaulay twins (which i understand, it’s a very heavy and uncomfortable topic) but i believe it’s key to understanding the characters. in my opinion, i think their incestuous relationship began when they were children/teenagers.
the reason i believe this is because of the csa implications surrounding charles. i won’t go in depth on that right now but charles is almost certainly a victim of csa. there’s him being clearly triggered by bunny’s stories surrounding boys being molested in church, revictimization in his relationship with francis, etc.
my interpretation is as follows: i believe charles was assaulted as a child, following the death of their parents. at this point, charles and camilla have grown dependent on each other due to losing both of their parents. they have suffered their trauma together. now, when charles gets assaulted, that serves as a turning point. it’s an act of violence that is inflicted upon him and not camilla. it’s trauma that separates them, causes a shift from one entity to two. in charles’ pov, i think it would feel like a chasm has formed between the two, and now he wants to do anything to bridge it. and in his mind, what better way for him to do that besides show her the behavior that’s been enacted on him?
i think that charles would instigate a sexual relationship with camilla in order to try and feel connected with her again when his csa makes him feel isolated. he is a child who has just been introduced these actions and behaviors and doesn’t know how to deal with it. and i believe camilla would follow along with this because she is dependent on her brother as well, and especially as children, she does not want to lose or upset him. so, yes i believe their relationship is a result of tragic and traumatic circumstances from their childhood, not julian’s influence! but i do think that julian’s influence definitely enabled their toxic relationship, as well as the complacency of the students in the greek class.
I hate when people say richard was an unreliable narrator JUST so they can mischaracterise him and everyone else

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This scene before Bunny's murder where Henry is exasperated at the twins for forgetting dinner has me giggling. The mental image of the twins both whining in unison that they forgot is sending me. "But we forgot," said the twins, in simultaneous despair. "How could you?"
“With leers and winks he told stories about lapsed nuns, sluttish Catholic girls, pederastic priests … Charles was good-natured, and slow to anger, but he was sometimes so disturbed by these anti-Catholic diatribes that his very teacup would clatter upon its saucer.”