Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [5d/?]
anonymous
July 27 2011, 19:16:34 UTC
By the time Arthur was done with detention, it was already dark outside. His hand was numb from writing so much, he still felt humid and sticky, he was hungry and so tired . He’d almost fallen asleep three times while copying the dictionary, and had mostly spent his detention time trying to keep himself awake instead of actually copying.
Thankfully, the teacher hadn’t commented on the measly three and a half pages he’d accomplished and had let him off with a warning.
The cold winter chill ran through his body as the wind howled. Snow would start soon, and Arthur was not looking forward to it. He sneezed into his scarf and buried himself tighter in his winter clothing, shivering when the still-humid patches of his clothing came in contact with the cold wind.
The last thing he needed was to get sick.
Thankfully, his father worked late on Thursdays and went to a bar after that, so Arthur had the house to himself until up to midnight. The downside was that his father came home with a whore (or two, sometimes) 50% of the time, so after midnight, there would be really loud sex until the early morning hours.
Arthur did his best to ignore it and get work done. He hated Thursdays.
Unfortunately for him, there was a surprise waiting for him when he stepped inside their flat. A package, with a note on it, destined for him. A delivery.
“Well shit. It’s my only day off from you and you still make me work my arse off. Bloody hell.” Arthur grabbed the package, ripping the instructions left for him off of it and glaring daggers at the address written on the yellow post-it.
Sometimes, his father would leave packages for him to deliver places. He never told him what was inside, but frankly, Arthur didn’t care. Whatever it was, it was getting them money, and it was helping them live. So Arthur did it.
And even though he felt light headed and knew that with this delivery, he’d probably be back in two hours, if not more, he quickly changed into his street clothes and slipped back into the darkness of the streets.
Sounded like another sleepless night to him. He really shouldn’t have made it a habit of accumulating those one after the other.
All this is accumulation for the climax, if you couldn't tell~ Also, let me warn you that I'm used to writing fanfiction and not kink meme fills, so my updates can and will be lengthy at times. Part 6 goes up to 6f OTL
I'm still loving this like you wouldn't believe, and I don't think that anyone is complaining about update lengths, least of all me! This is so very well written and I loved how we got a peek at Alfred's thoughts this chapter :) how can you produce these pangs in my heart and tears in my eyes so easily?! I'm desperately looking forward to the climax, and I can't wait to read the next chapter! <3
Thankfully, the teacher hadn’t commented on the measly three and a half pages he’d accomplished and had let him off with a warning.
The cold winter chill ran through his body as the wind howled. Snow would start soon, and Arthur was not looking forward to it. He sneezed into his scarf and buried himself tighter in his winter clothing, shivering when the still-humid patches of his clothing came in contact with the cold wind.
The last thing he needed was to get sick.
Thankfully, his father worked late on Thursdays and went to a bar after that, so Arthur had the house to himself until up to midnight. The downside was that his father came home with a whore (or two, sometimes) 50% of the time, so after midnight, there would be really loud sex until the early morning hours.
Arthur did his best to ignore it and get work done. He hated Thursdays.
Unfortunately for him, there was a surprise waiting for him when he stepped inside their flat. A package, with a note on it, destined for him. A delivery.
“Well shit. It’s my only day off from you and you still make me work my arse off. Bloody hell.” Arthur grabbed the package, ripping the instructions left for him off of it and glaring daggers at the address written on the yellow post-it.
Sometimes, his father would leave packages for him to deliver places. He never told him what was inside, but frankly, Arthur didn’t care. Whatever it was, it was getting them money, and it was helping them live. So Arthur did it.
And even though he felt light headed and knew that with this delivery, he’d probably be back in two hours, if not more, he quickly changed into his street clothes and slipped back into the darkness of the streets.
Sounded like another sleepless night to him. He really shouldn’t have made it a habit of accumulating those one after the other.
All this is accumulation for the climax, if you couldn't tell~ Also, let me warn you that I'm used to writing fanfiction and not kink meme fills, so my updates can and will be lengthy at times. Part 6 goes up to 6f OTL
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Loving lenghty updates.
Awww Arthur I just want to give him a hug.
But seriously, I the emotions in this are so correct....
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