Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [1a/?]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 02:19:48 UTC
The beginning looks so much like the other fill, but I promise I'm not copying! Enjoy! Sleep sounded so appealing right now... To close his eyes, forget his life and screw everything around him in favour of deep, magical sleep... His eyelids had already drooped at the mere thought. Darkness invaded his vision as blissful respite was given to his brain. Just as he started making himself comfortable, though, a heavy textbook suddenly smashed in front of him, jolting him awake with a loud cry of surprise
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You totally did not stray from the prompt. I love this. And I love you.
The scene between Arthur and his father was perfect -- I really do believe that emotional abuse and neglect are just as devastating as any form of physical abuse, so I'm glad you decided to take this route... I feel so sadistic. But anyway, you managed to inject real emotion into part four, and I had tears welling up and everything! As if his home life isn't bad enough, he gets bullied too?! I just want to give the poor boy a hug.
I do love how you've kept him so in character though-- being all angry and snarky even when he's crying on the inside. <3 I'm loving this fill and I can't wait for more!
Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [5a/?]
anonymous
July 27 2011, 18:18:55 UTC
Omg, your comments makes my life, you guys <3 I'll try not to disappoint~ “So apparently, Kirkland is gonna cut the funds for the football team.” One of the football players announced at their table during lunch
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Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [5b/?]
anonymous
July 27 2011, 19:07:26 UTC
The next time Alfred saw Arthur was in chemistry. Everyone had slipped into their lab coats and glasses, going around collecting the material they needed for the titration test, when he spotted him. Arthur was at the front (and looking quite handsome in that lab coat of his), probably asking the teacher something
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Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [5c/?]
anonymous
July 27 2011, 19:10:33 UTC
Almost unconsciously, Arthur found himself apologizing. Over and over and over again. And he didn’t know why. Arthur Kirkland never apologized. Why was he apologizing now? It felt like it wasn’t even his voice speaking in a rushed, panicked tone. Like some other part of him that he’d kept locked up since forever
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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
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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
Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [6a/?]
anonymous
July 28 2011, 22:20:28 UTC
Here we go for the seemingly endless string of divisions for part 6 OTL. Enjoy~ Saying Arthur felt like a zombie in the morning would be an understatement
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Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [6b/?]
anonymous
July 28 2011, 22:23:08 UTC
For the millionth time that day, Arthur swore that someone must have been angry at him as he ran a warm-up lap, horrible nausea making his head spin in scary circles. Perhaps god was mad at him for using his name so freely while swearing at his father the other night. It would make a lot of sense, and would explain why nothing was on his side today
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Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [6c/?]
anonymous
July 28 2011, 22:30:21 UTC
“I’ll go get a ball.” Alfred informed him, noticing that his partner wasn’t moving. Arthur actually only heard half of that, the noise around him sounding sucked out, as if he were listening to the world through a glass wall. And he honestly didn’t know what to think of that.
Still, he convinced himself that -no, everything is NOT okay, Arthur, please get help before something bad happens, tell them everything, get some rest, you have to eat, you’re so small and frail and pale, this can’t be healthy for you, Arthur!- everything was okay and gave a slight nod to Alfred as he came back with the ball.
The first pass to him dropped right in front of him as Arthur realized he couldn’t even follow the ball’s movements correctly.
In an effort to participate and keep his facade up, Arthur clumsily chucked the ball at Alfred, who made a perfect pass back at him with his forearms, yelling at him to go get it and pass it back.
Putting all his energy into it (because deep inside, he found himself liking the pleased, hopeful expression
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Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [6f/?]
anonymous
July 28 2011, 22:45:21 UTC
Alfred was by her side in a second, looking at Arthur’s pale face, not so pale now that the deep purple circles under his right eye had been uncovered
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The scene between Arthur and his father was perfect -- I really do believe that emotional abuse and neglect are just as devastating as any form of physical abuse, so I'm glad you decided to take this route... I feel so sadistic. But anyway, you managed to inject real emotion into part four, and I had tears welling up and everything! As if his home life isn't bad enough, he gets bullied too?! I just want to give the poor boy a hug.
I do love how you've kept him so in character though-- being all angry and snarky even when he's crying on the inside. <3 I'm loving this fill and I can't wait for more!
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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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Still, he convinced himself that -no, everything is NOT okay, Arthur, please get help before something bad happens, tell them everything, get some rest, you have to eat, you’re so small and frail and pale, this can’t be healthy for you, Arthur!- everything was okay and gave a slight nod to Alfred as he came back with the ball.
The first pass to him dropped right in front of him as Arthur realized he couldn’t even follow the ball’s movements correctly.
In an effort to participate and keep his facade up, Arthur clumsily chucked the ball at Alfred, who made a perfect pass back at him with his forearms, yelling at him to go get it and pass it back.
Putting all his energy into it (because deep inside, he found himself liking the pleased, hopeful expression ( ... )
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