“Oh Mutt darling, don’t even worry about Tank! He wouldn’t hurt a fly–would you, big boy?” “BI” “….Unless it landed on me, of course, then he would absolutely destroy it.” “B)”
Mutt has never been the shortest girl in the room before, but hey. Number One is 6′3 without her heels. ((Limousines have a certain amount of high-society pretention about them, even limousines belonging to the Duke. ;) Thus the evening wear haha)) ((I gotta figure out names for them they can’t just literally go by their car names. Can they?)) ((CAN THEY?? 8I))
I am angst anon and YES pls I would love that thank u so much !!!! I always need new fics to read !!
Ok angst anon. These are just a few of the angsty fics I currently have downloaded to read. *disclaimer* I haven’t read any of these yet, but I’ve heard from others that they are all amazing (also a lot of them are very long and I often save long fics too bc I’m the worst)
It can be really difficult navigating the waters in this fandom. Frankly, I’m a bit ashamed of everyone. More than anything, I’m tired of worrying about what to post and not to post. It’s ridiculous really. But I refuse to pick a side, I refuse to go low, and I will, as always, choose kindness. It’s a choice.
“Why would you trust me? I’m just the fish boy. I’m nothing compared to you, right? Compared to Shade. And him—”
“Kilorn Warren… You know that’s not true…“
To that, I have no answer. I have no idea what he wants from me.
“I’m sorry,” I choke out, and this time I mean it. “I’m sorry for being—”
“Mare.” A warm hand on my arm stops my stumbling. He stands above me, close enough to smell. Thankfully the scent of blood is gone, replaced by salt. He’s been swimming. “You don’t need to apologize for what they did to you,” he mumbles. “You never have to do that.”
“I—I don’t think you’re stupid.”
“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”