SealandxReader Pt 2 Dinner went by without much of a hitch. You stayed silent in your spot and ate everything Arthur made (although it tasted like burnt toast). Peter snuck you fresh bread from beneath the table, flashing a smile whenever he did.
When dinner ended, you helped the two boys clean up the plates and dry the dishes. You worked like a machine-one cleaning the dishes, one drying them and the other putting them on the drying rack.
After that, you quickly took a shower and got into pajamas. Arthur came in to say 'good-night' and tuck you in. Resting gently, you found a peaceful sleep quickly.
In the middle of the night, you awoke and peered around in the darkness. Not remembering where you are, you instinctively ran out of bed where your door was supposed to be and hit your head against the wall. Hard.
The noise from that was loud enough to wake up Arthur and Peter, quickly coming to your room to see you clutching your forehead in pain an
SealandxReader Pt 1 "Peter? Peter!?"
Peter groaned, closing his DS as he ran to his father's voice crying for him. He slid down the handrail of the staircase that divided the first and second floors from each other.
His father was undoubtably in the kitchen, trying to make something that didn't taste like something from the toilet. Although, he had to admit his father's cooking improved tremendously from where it once was.
Walking into the kitchen, he found his father, Arthur Kirkland, at the cooktop with a kettle on the fire and looking towards the entrance Peter stumbled into. His emerald eyes were holding something, his arms crossed and his large brows narrowed slightly.
"I didn't do anything!" Peter said, taking the body language as he did something. "Whatever you think I did, blame your stupid imaginary friend things!"
"They're not imaginary you little-!" He snapped back, quickly covering his mouth and calming down. "You're not i
Legend says, when you can't sleep at night, it's because you're awake in someone else's dream.
You toss and turned every few mometns or so, laying uncomfortably in bed everytime you did. Opening your (e/c) eyes to the dark room, you turned to your back and stared at the ceiling.
Taking a heap of blankets, you thought maybe you were too cold. After ten more futile minutes of trying to fall asleep, you shot up in bed. 'What the hell!? I've been exhausted since I got home!'
Walking out of your room, you headed down the empty hallways. Going into one room, you found Sealand asleep, his sleeping habits about as good as America's. You approached him, his form sprawled out on his red, white and black sheets, his blankets kicked off of him and laying half on the floor. From his mouth, a light trickle of drool.
Looking at him, you smiled, remembering a time when this young man was a small boy