Lunarcliptic-fobia

  “Daddy, may I ask you a question?” you inquired of your British father, Arthur, as he had just come home from work.  With the time being nine o’clock at night, you were awfully tired but determined to see your father before heading off to bed.  Arthur, however, looked dreadfully exhausted as his work day seemed to have taken a toll on him.  That being said, no cheery greetings were made between the two of you.  As he made his way to the kitchen, Arthur barely seemed to give you a glance. “Sure, what is it dear?”  Quickly, you followed him into the other room, seeing as he was actually willing to talk to you to

Old, New Valentines. EnglandXReader . . . The sunlight was seeping through the curtains like piercing beams of light, Sign that it was time to get up and start a brand new day. But not only the sun woke you, Sudden clanking and cussing was heard loudly from downstairs. In the Kitchen. "Arthur...?" You said as you turned over, expecting to see your husband laying next room you in bed. You we're only welcomed by the coldness of a half made bed. You stood up from the bed with a frown. "Where on earth..." you said before a loud growl was heard. "Agh you bloody-!" Definitely Arthur. No old man like him would be that angry in the morni