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Redemption lies plainly in truth
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Being Henry’s fiancée and Richard tries to make a pass at you as he’s new to the group.
Thank you so much for your ask! It has inspired my very first Henry Winter x Reader fanfiction.
Keep sending your ask and I might drop a second part with some of the characters mentioned in this one acutually appearing
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Henry Winter x Reader
When I put my key into the lock, I was surprised to find the apartment door unlocked, which was untypical for Henry and as soon as I walked in, I could not just smell the whisky but feel the changing atmosphere
The only source of light came from the living room, as well as the smell of whiskey. I didn’t even bother taking off my shoes and just walked into the living room, to find him sitting there. The fire cracking in the fireplace, the flames providing a flickering bit of light. The bottle of whisky was empty on the floor, a nearly empty glass in his hands. His eyes fixated on the fire, on the flames. His face unreadable. Even for me.
I picked up the bottle and placed in on the coffee table between us, while not taking my eyes off him.
"Henry."
His eyes shifted to the glass in his hands. He took the last sip from it before placing it next to the empty bottle. After a second his eyes finally met mine. And I could see the anger, the disgust in them.
"Y/N."
My name rolling from his tongue sounded like an insult but was cold as snow at the same time.
"Whatever it is. Get over it."
I rolled my eyes and wanted to grab the empty bottle from the table in front of me, just for Henry to grab my wrist and say "Get over it? You mean just getting over my future wife messing around with some uneducated wannabe rich guy from California."
I blinked, perplex about what he had just said. Henry let go of my wrist and stared at the flames again.
A few moments ago, I was just annoyed and slightly disgusted that he had gotten drunk like this in the middle of the day but after hearing these words from his mouth, I was fuming.
I grabbed the neck of the bottle, carefully reading the label.
“Hmm. There is something ironic about these words. Especially coming from you.” I didn’t bother waiting from him to reply and just turned around on my heels and walked into the kitchen, hoping that by putting distance between us I could calm down at least a little bit. The label of the bottle had slightly peeled on one of the corners and I started to peel it off with my nails, not worrying if my red nail polish would chip, when I could feel his presence behind me. Henry placed his empty glass carefully beside me, next to the sink. I didn’t look at him but could feel his stare on the back of my head. Mindlessly I took the glass, turned on the water and started to wish his used whisky glass. With the water getting hotter by the second, my skin getting redder and the glass getting washed as if it had not been for ages.
He didn’t say anything.
I didn’t say anything.
Seconds passed.
Minutes passed.
The skin on my hands had turned bright red, but I didn’t feel any pain. The steam of the hot water was starting to fill the alleyway kitchen we had found ourselves standing in silence. Henry stepped next to me and turned off the nearly boiling water.
I didn’t look at him. I didn’t want to look at him. I just looked at the glass in my hands.
He moved behind me again, leaning against the cabinets with an airy smell of whisky surrounding him.
“You can’t even imagine how it makes me feel seeing him glaring at you. During class. During dinner. Or when you just walk past him.” The sound of his voice was low, but I knew he had thought about these words long before letting them leave his mouth.
“But you!” There was the anger again. The disgust. Just two little words but it felt like they were making the floor trembling. The grip of my fingers around the glass grew stronger and my vision got blurry. My only focus the shiny material in front of me and the reflection of the ring on my left hand. The glare from the lamp above our heads creating a surreal stream of light.
“But you don’t even seem to see it. Don’t even seem to see how much it hurts me. And how …”
The glass in my hands broke. The pieces falling into the sink and the sound of it making Henry stop throwing more accusations at me. He took a step closer, and I could feel his breath on my neck. No cut. No blood. I let the broken glass fall into the sink and turn around, my eyes staring at his muscular chest before finding his eyes.
“These words from you. These accusations. From you.” My words made him move back. Physically we only stood an arm length apart from each other but emotionally it felt like a seemingly endless pitch-black ravine grew between us.
“Have you ever heard me say anything like that about Camilla and you?” My eyes fixed on his. His jaw clenching.
“I never accused you of glaring at her. I never even asked about what had happened between the two of you, before us. Because I never questioned your dedication to me. Never questioned your loyalty to me. Because I never thought that she might have warmed the same bed that you couldn’t wait to drag me onto. The same bed that we have been sharing all these days and nights.” My eyes broke away from his and I could just look down at the ring on my finger. Saying these words had been painful and they created pictures in my head. Pictures had been trying to ignore.
Henry said nothing. Just stared at me.
“Instead, I sit across from her in class. At dinner. Have you ever thought about how that might make me feel?” the words were coming out low and my voice was nearly breaking.
I didn’t wait for him to answer or even try to hold me back, instead I just walked past him, out of the kitchen toward the door. As I grabbed my bag and keys from the little table next to the entrance I say “It might be better if I stay in my dorm tonight.”
His voice echoing through the hallways “Fine. Well, then I might call Camilla tonight.” The words cutting through the air like a knife.
My hand already on the doorknob, the ring on my finger catching the last bit of light left in the apartment. I turned my head over my shoulder, looking at him leaning against the door frame. His jaw still clenching.
My thumb had been playing with the ring around my left hand, moving it around till it slides down my finger. I am holding it between my thumb and index finger. Just moments ago, the ring felt like an extension of my body, like something I couldn’t live without, like something I would not want to live without. The ring he gave me.
Now it feels heavy and like something I am not sure still belongs to me.
“Then I might as well keep this here.” I am holding my hand up, between my fingers, the promise he made. And for him to see that I might not be carrying it with me through the night today.
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It's been a while since I read tsh and my memory might not be entirely correct but... Whenever I think about how Richard was never truly a part of the Greek class I feel kinda bad. They liked him sure but he wasn't exactly a part of their group even if they hung out together. If the Greek class was standing on a platform he would be on a step or two below. Idk how to explain this. But yeah I feel bad for him and I kinda relate to it because even I feel like I'm not completely a part of a group I'm with, like I'm not a priority. Richard was always kept out of the loop and it's kinda sad how Henry only included him in the murder bunny plan because he wanted to pin the entire thing on him if something went wrong.
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One thing about me I’ll never not shut up about the secret history or Donna Tartt
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Finishing The Secret History is like blinking at a walk signal that says go in the city and everyone’s walking past but your still just stuck there blinking at the sign waiting for something that’s already come y’know?
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From my Pinterest to your tumblr feed…Henry Winter
#the secret history#henry winter#donna tartt#I’d do anything for this man and i mean that#giorgio armani
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I can't wait for Autumn 🍂🍁
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#mine#dark academia moodboard#moodboard#the secret history#donna tartt#dark academia#autumn#to live without thinking
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of course he's read the secret history!!
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- Donna Tartt
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You said home & I embraced myself
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𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ☕️
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to live. to live forever.
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“Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that’s why we’re so anxious to lose them, don’t you think?”
– The Secret History
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man. the secret history has become so synonymous with dark academia that when u look through the tag its just knit sweaters and latte art. like please show me a text post about how fucking unhinged richard was for staying in a room with a Literal hole in the wall during the dead of winter and almost dying of hypothermia.
#dont get me wrong i love knit sweaters#but pls for the love of god#tsh was NOT abt studying at all#the secret history#donna tartt
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