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The Ship's First Mate.

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MK 34. Big-time shipper, sometimes writer. All of my fic titles are sappy songs. INFJ, 4w5, Cancer sun -- basically any personality type that indicates a lot of FEELINGS, is me. Side blog, so reblogs are all I've got.Fingers crossed for smooth sailing. FIC (AO3 / ff.net)MASTERPOST (Arrow) MASTERPOST (Marvel's Agent Carter/Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)MASTERPOST (Pitch) MASTERPOST (Punisher) MASTERPOST (Misc. - Game of Thrones/Wonder Woman/On My Block/One Day at a Time/Sex Education)🎵 Fic Playlist🎵
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Bridgerton Fic: I Never Got Used to Watching Horses Die

Newton dies of old age a few weeks before Christmas in 1822, and Anthony feels Aubrey Hall go strangely still, in a way that he has not for many years.

(future Kathony fam, with a dose of angst bc it’s how my brain works)

A/N: hiiiii I know some of you may be wondering about Hate to Be Lame, and I promise I’m still working on that, but unfortunately this one grabbed a hold of me and wouldn’t let go. It’s angsty and I’m truly appalled at myself for committing corgi-cide, but I just have a lot of feelings, OK? If that’s your jam, I hope you enjoy. If not, I totally get it and I hope to be back to AU fun very soon.

title from “Dead Horses” by The Local Honeys.

I Never Got Used to Watching Horses Die (AO3 - wc: 3821)

Newton dies of old age a few weeks before Christmas in 1822, and Anthony feels Aubrey Hall go strangely still, in a way that he has not for many years.

He feels foolish at first for even thinking it — to compare the losses. But there is something similar in the stillness of mourning, in the agonizing silences that make his palms itch helplessly. There is something about hearing the heartbreaking cries of his second son echo down the hall from the nursery that makes a stone lodge in the pit of his stomach. 

It’s familiar, that is why he loathes it so.

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#resharing this for#kateweek#newton sharma#the goodest boy#bridgerton fic#kanthony fic
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