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It had taken eight minutes for Peter to stop complaining about how his parents let him stay up past nine PM (which was a bald-faced lie as Berwald had made it very clear to Arthur that he and his "wife"'s adoptive son was not to go to bed any later than nine PM, and no one in their right mind would argue with someone like Berwald), which was not really that much longer than usual, but Arthur was not in one of his better moods tonight.
Of course, the pronounced scowl on Arthur's face did nothing to deter Peter from demanding a bedtime story. Knowing the brat, he was almost certainly seeking to make his "boring old jerk" of a babysitter as peeved as possible.
"For the last bloody time, the only fairy tales I know are the ones you say you already know," Arthur said, the glaring contest between him and Peter still going on strong. "Either you settle for hearing a repeat of one of them, or you go to sleep without one."
"Can't you just make up a new story? Dad does that all the time whenever I ask him what he and Father do when they go inside their room and lock the door. Of course, if anyone's too old and dull to imagine a tale, it'd be you," Peter shot back defiantly.
"Maybe I can help?" a quiet voice spoke up from behind them before Arthur could snap back with a witty reply. Arthur blinked, wondering for a moment if someone else had snuck into his home, before remembering that Matthew had come over earlier in the day and had remained largely quiet and invisible throughout the unofficial battle between the other two males. "I might know of a few stories he hasn't heard," Matthew explained, tilting his head in Peter's direction.
"Sure, go ahead," Arthur said, moving off the chair at Peter's bedside to let his boyfriend sit in his place. "The little bugger doesn't hate you as much as he hates me, at least," he muttered under his breath, and Matthew gave him a helpless sort of smile in response.
"So," Matthew said, clearing his throat before Peter could say anything else. "Once upon a time, there was a very nice boy who wasn't a king, but wanted to become one. On his sixteenth birthday, an angel came to him and told him that if he wanted to be a king, he would have to travel far and wide to find..."
Peter tried to interject with questions about the story, but Matthew only kept on talking in that steady but soft voice of his, effectively forcing the boy to quiet down to be able to hear his words. Soon, it became clear that Matthew was merely reciting a long list of the tasks the boy in the story had to do, from getting a camel through a needle's eye to putting a bear to sleep with maple syrup to sorting out rice grains and so on forth until Peter dozed off.
Which was quite clever of Matthew, even if his ultimate "story" was nothing at all like the fairy tales he was familiar with. Arthur shook his head and left the room as Matthew droned on, heading downstairs.
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