Mar 21
in a modern au, henry would have killed bunny over a fight about chat gpt
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in a modern au, henry would have killed bunny over a fight about chat gpt
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Francis Abernathy cleaning out the country house after the year ended and finding a tie Henry mistakenly left behind that still smells like him. Francis going on a trip after it all to clear his mind and buying gifts for people almost as if on autopilot, accidentally starting to look for something old and perfect for Henry without even realizing he won’t have anyone to give it to at first. Francis cleaning and getting rid of old papers and finding an assignment with Henry’s writing on it correcting him at points. Francis packing up his apartment and having to toss out the deck of cards he kept on the side table to the left of his couch in the perfect spot for Henry to grab easily and play solitaire as he liked to on nights when he found himself staying over but couldn’t sleep. Francis being home and with family and wishing Henry was there because unlike his family the man could sit in a room and keep quiet and read, just staying for the company they gave each other. Francis getting a parking ticket years later and unexpectedly breaking down because it reminded him of Henry telling him again and again to pay them. Francis having been the only one of them to go to his funeral. He mocked the decor in his head by the way, critiqued everything based on what Henry would’ve thought, and dropped the roses Henry never got to see bloom into his grave. He had to pull over on the drive home because he started having a panic attack, and ended up vomiting on the side of the road.
Francis visits Henry’s grave every year. Alone.
No one else does — no one else wants to. Charles avoids the topic entirely. Camilla sends Francis clipped replies when he brings it up. Richard pretends he never gets the messages. But Francis marks the day like a liturgy. Like a holy feast. Like penance.
He books the same suite in a faceless hotel. Wears the same black coat. Packs the same silver lighter — an old one Henry once admired in passing. It’s all performative, of course. But what is Catholicism if not grief wrapped in ritual? He fasts before the visit. Doesn't drink the night before. He makes the trip feel like confession.
The grave is unmarked, just a patch of earth in a neglected corner of a rural cemetery, the kind no one visits on purpose. Francis had to dig to find out where Henry was buried. Had to call someone’s widow and lie. But now he knows, and he treats it like a secret shrine.
He kneels every year. Gets the dirt on his trousers, on his coat, lets the damp seep into his bones because suffering feels closer to prayer when it’s physical. And he talks.
Not to Henry. Not really. To God. To himself. To something between the two.
"You ruined everything, you know," he says once. "And so did I."
He breaks off. Lights a cigarette. Doesn’t smoke it. Leaves it burning at the grave like incense. The first year he did this, he left a bottle of scotch. Last year, he left a page torn out of a Latin prayer book. This year, he doesn’t bring anything. He just sits.
And he waits. For something. A sign. An answer. Forgiveness.
But Henry is silent. Always was. Even now, dead and buried, he’s still the one with the upper hand.
And Francis — Francis goes back to the hotel, vomits in the sink, lights another cigarette with shaking hands. He doesn’t cry. Not anymore. It’s been years. But his hands won’t stop trembling.
That night, he goes to mass. Sits in the very back. Doesn't take communion.
He knows better.
some greek class doodles i did because i hate my job !! </3
tsh actor au in which henry and francis' actors are together and that's why they behave like an old married couple on screen despite it being irrelevant to the plot
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I know this has been done before but I need this answered once and for all no nuance
Which one do you like best?
Papenathy (Francis/Richard)
Abercaulay (Francis/Charles)
Winterbunny (Henry/Bunny)
Chenry (Charles/Henry)
Winterpapen (Henry/Richard)
Henrymilla (Henry/Camilla)
Richard/Camilla
Papenbunny (Richard/Bunny)
Charles/Bunny
Winternathy (Henry/Francis)
Richard/Charles
Wintermorrow (Henry/Julian)
Classics are exhausting, actually.
yearning or smth
one winternathy a day keeps me away from walking the plank (man when is Henry gonna stop staring man SHIBAL me too Henry if I have a man that beautiful in front of me GYATTTTT😝)