fairytale keeper

She gasped quietly, her heart jumping. The sight was stunning, but she didn’t know how to react, didn’t know whether this was something to savor or—

Her worries cut there, because in that very moment, Elbert let out a moan. The sound was soft but unmistakable, as beautiful as the rest of him. And then he moved, slowly rocking his hips as more pleasured exhales fell from his lips.

Oh thank god.

Alfons caught her eye and reached out a hand, beckoning. “Come here.”

It took all of her self-control not to sprint over to their bed, but her steps were hurried. She abandoned her slippers, joining them on the bed. Her attention was focused on Elbert, and as soon as she was next to him, he leaned back, putting his weight against her. He tipped his head back, resting it on her shoulder as he gazed up at her. “Kate, Kate, ahhh…”

His porcelain cheeks were beautifully flushed, he was painfully hard, and his expression was one of pure bliss. Even as he looked at her, repeating her name, he continued to grind against Alfons of his own accord. 

She cradled his face in her hands, stroking his cheek with her thumb as she kissed him gently. But Elbert didn’t give her gentle in return. He groaned, shifting up and devouring her mouth. His tongue sought out hers, demanding and greedy, faltering only when Alfons suddenly thrust up and broke them apart.

Elbert moaned, his golden lashes fluttering. “I… I never knew… it could feel like this.”

“Is it good?” She stroked her fingers through his hair. Her gaze flickered to Alfons’s hands, but they were still gloved, blocking his ability. 

Alfons chuckled, kneading Elbert’s spread thighs with his leather-clad fingers. “It’s all him, my dear. Don’t worry.”

“How do you feel, El?” Kate asked, her apprehensions still not fully discarded. She wanted this to work, they all did, but at the same time…

“I… it feels… so good.” Elbert clung to Alfons, while his head lolled against her shoulder. His pretty lips stayed parted, letting pleasured little whimpers escape. “I… I want more.”

Relief swept through her. She nodded again, kissing his hair, his eyelids, his temple, his mouth. “It does. It does feel good. And that’s how it feels when you’re inside me, El. Like this… so full, so blissful, so loved.”

“So loved…” Something passed over his ocean-blue eyes, but it was dark and distant, and he went quiet. 

Before she could react, Alfons traced his fingertips under Elbert’s chin and drew his face down, making eye contact. “Elbert, you’re here. You’re with us. You’re nowhere else but here.” 

Alfons’s words were honeyed, but the sincerity in them made her melt. Immediately, the shadows faded from Elbert’s eyes. He looked back at Alfons, the blue of his gaze clear and vibrant. “I am. I’m here with you, Al…”

That was why. That was why they had started without her this time. In case it didn’t work. 

Only a few days before this, the three of them had been entangled in one of their nightly arrangements. She had ridden Elbert while Alfons took her from behind, their hands and mouths on her making her shake with pleasure. Elbert had watched so greedily, so intently, drinking in every single one of her reactions. 

And then, a short while later, his brow had furrowed when he’d fucked an orgasm out of Alfons, the soft little groans and muted mewls that slipped through their mirror’s mouth absolutely obscene. Elbert had stilled, frozen for a breathless moment before he traced his fingertips over Alfons’s stomach and whispered, “I want to try it… Al, I want to feel that too…”

They’d barely managed to convince him to wait, to let them all think and prepare. They never wanted to stop Elbert’s desires, but this new one was… It wasn’t wise to rush into it. 

So they’d promised and plotted, and then she and Alfons had discussed it in private. Just in case Elbert… didn’t like it.

Because then, if the worse did happen, then at least she would be able to rush in and pull him back from the brink. And that way, Elbert would still be left with her as his savior, rather than losing them both. 

But seeing him like this, with his fair skin blushing pink and his beautiful lips exhaling sweet moans, his long lashes fluttering in bliss… It was so worth it. 

Alfons drew him into a kiss and any remaining tension disappeared from Elbert’s shoulders, his body going soft and pliant. Their lips met again and again, the kisses sweet and gentle. When they broke apart, Elbert turned toward her with a pleading look.

She was almost tempted to kiss Alfons first, just to tease him a bit, make him pout and grow more demanding. But there would be plenty of time for that later. Instead, she met his lips, sighing softly. His fingers fumbled with her clothes, undoing the buttons on her blouse and pulling on the strings lacing her skirt. 

She stayed on her knees as the layers of fabric were shed away, her breasts pressed against his back, arms looping his waist so she could stroke him off as Elbert ground on Alfons’s cock. They were so beautiful together…

“I must say, I don’t think I’ve ever had a better view.” Alfons smirked, his gloved hands trailing further up Elbert’s thighs. The black of the leather was a stark contrast against the cream of his skin. “My Elbie and Kate, both perched above me. What a gift. Now, my dear, if you could just twist your wrist and brush your darling little thumb over his tip, I’d like to see his reaction.”

She did exactly as Alfons said, twisting her wrist as she stroked his cock, smearing the glistening precum building on his tip. Elbert shuddered, his whole body quivering, and then Alfons gripped onto his thighs and thrust up. Except, he didn’t stop at one like before. He kept pushing, sinking his cock into Elbert from below, until his earl was gasping in pleasure. 

“K-Kate… Come here.”

Elbert found one of her hands and drew her around. She faced him and straddled Alfons’s waist with him, smiling when Elbert pulled her close. He nuzzled his face into her chest, hands kneading at her breasts and pulling one into his mouth, sucking on her nipple. He lavished her with his tongue, dragging his teeth over her sensitive skin, and let one of his hands slip down. She was already so wet, the entry squelched when he plunged his fingers inside her. He fingered her open as she cradled his head to her bosom, stroking his hair. 

When he finally pulled his hand back, she almost protested—only to witness him licking her honey off his fingers with a groan. “I… Kate, I want to taste you. Let me eat you, ahh…”

“H-how?” she whispered, glancing back.

Alfons offered them both a smile. “Stand up. I’ll be gentle since I’m sure he’ll have your knees weak in seconds.”

She stood carefully, balancing herself atop their firm mattress. It was awkward for a moment, but then Elbert tugged her toward him. He kept her waist steady and threw one of her legs over his shoulder, hitching her in so he could bury his face in her cunt. She moaned as his tongue swept between her folds, her fingers twisting into his hair.

He didn’t waste time with faint, teasing licks. Instead, he spread her folds with the pads of his thumbs, opening her up so his tongue could delve deeper. As she trembled, forcing herself to stay upright, he ate her out hungrily, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue. He lapped up her nectar, his pleased moans vibrating against her bud as he sucked on it before thrusting his fingers inside.

Elbert darted his tongue, licking, sucking, fucking her open until she came, pleading out his name. And the whole time, he had continued to rock against Alfons. 

When she came down from her high, Elbert helped her unhook her leg from his shoulder, and gently, he laid her onto the bed beside Alfons, a smile on his lips. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Both of you.” 

Then, in a blink, he pushed down on Alfons’s shoulders, pinning him down. “Al, let me…” He shifted, first hesitantly as he drew up, then sank down. Kate watched him ride Alfons, how Elbert’s body greedily swallowed Alfons’s hard length, slowly at first, and then gradually growing more fevered. Every time Alfons tried to move, Elbert scowled and pushed him back down, controlling them both. 

He murmured and gasped, taking Alfons’s cock as deeply as he could until he shook and mewled and came in pearly ribbons all over Alfons’s abdomen. “Ahh…”

Alfons blinked, almost cutely, before bursting out laughing. “Coming hands free your first time, how absolutely greedy. Did it really feel that good?”

“Yes… Because it was with you, Al.”

Surprise washed over Alfons’s face, his dark lashes blinking over ash-grey eyes. And then, the surprise melted into something soft and endearing, like pure and devoted affection. That expression on Alfons was so rare and all the more precious for it. She’d only ever seen it on a few occasions, reserved for the smallest and most precious of kittens—and for the two of them.

“I’m glad it felt good, El,” Kate said, taking his hand. She laced their fingers together and kissed his palm. “Are you satisfied?”

He paused, eyes brooding, then shook his head. “I still want you…”

“We can take our time tonight. You need to—”

“No. Now.”

Elbert’s movements were far too elegant for someone freshly fucked, yet he climbed off Alfons with barely a tremor and pulled her to him instead. His cock was still stiff, standing flushed and pretty against his stomach. 

There was no patience in his movements, only greed. He hitched her hips to his, guiding her legs around his waist, and thrust inside her. She moaned, wrapping her arms around him. He then strained back, grabbing Alfons and yanking him over. “Again… Al, I want you… I want her and I want you, too. I want to be inside her and for you to be inside me… I want you both, I want all of us… together.”

Alfons chuckled quietly, touching a kiss to Elbert’s shoulder, then sighed as he met Kate’s gaze.  “Oh dear. I’m afraid we’ve created a monster.”

You nervously tug at the frilly hem of your apron, throwing quick glances toward the mirror and back at yourself. The reflected figure on the clear surface is donned in a maid’s attire from head to toe.

Sighing gently, you pull and tweak on its parts. From the lacy head-dress to the ends of the creamy bow tied behind your back, and to the concealed handgun on your garter belt. At last, you twirl around a bit, making sure there would be nothing amiss.

Still, immersed in your own thoughts, you fail to notice the pair of deep ocean eyes eagerly sinking you into its depths.

Your heart leaps through your chest when the sharp wolf whistle penetrates your ears. Head whiplashing, you glare at the culprit leaning against the doorframe. A cheeky grin from the dark-haired man welcomes you.

Nica.

The two of you have been going out on awfully many missions the past few months, courtesy of his white-clad leader, who proposed that both organizations should work together. Though you suspected foul hand to be at play from your Palace Reaper as well. Why else would you find yourself tied to the frivolous German each time?

“Where are your manners?” You cross your arms as you question, displeasure evident in your posture. A small chuckle escapes him, “My bad, Miss Robin.”

He taps his knuckles on the wooden material — twice, thrice — his rings clinking against it.

“So then, may I enter?”

Was he not practically inside already?

“Go ahead.”

Nica strolls in, turning to admire the delicate crystals of the chandelier and the brilliant gold that matched the otherwise pale room. Were you a stranger to his habit of unplanned visits, you would have thought it was his first time here.

Casting you a prolonged once-over as you button up your maid cuffs, he manspreads on the rich chesterfield, sprawling an arm over the top of it.

“Sure you can play your role well, cute Robin?”

“I think we should be worried about you instead, Clever.⁽¹⁾ Are you sure you'll be able to behave yourself?” You furrow your brows tensely.

The event you were going to attend was to last two days and three nights. Coupled with his charming penchant for going off script and improvising things by himself… You had a not-so-wonderful intuition that everything would eventually end up heading south.

He curves his lips impishly, visibly amused.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’ll be a good boy.”

“When pigs fly.”

“Autsch,⁽²⁾ after all the time we've spent together! I'm rather disappointed you still refuse to trust your partner in crime.”

You throw a glimpse at him from the corner of your eye. Not a tinge of sadness marred his features.

“There are,” you begin, “plenty of reasons as to why I shouldn't.”

A pervading silence follows as he falls unusually quiet. As if he were trying to figure out the convincing reason you had. The golden hour crowns him in its soft light, shadows fleeing from behind.

“Is it because I used my Curse on you before? I just couldn't help myself. We don't always have a choice, you know~”

You were not too fond of how you liked the way he drawled his words sometimes.

“Or maybe it's because I lent my hand for other uses? Buuut, I don't recall you telling me to stop,” his grin widens.

“Nica Schwartz.”

You swivel to face him, with a twitching smile and a raised nerve on your temple. The way he spoke had to be on purpose. Your mind inevitably flew into the direction he wanted.

Though you could not deny enjoying your banter with him. Few people manage to truly push your buttons — such as that cranky fairy or lascivious mirror, but never quite like the sly swan.

“Ja,⁽³⁾ Robin?” He asks in an innocent manner, which would be more befitting of his twin than himself.

“We’re running late,” you curtly state as you wrap your fingers around the handle of your leather-bound luggage. When you lifted it up, its weight dragged your hand down slightly.

You then make your way to the double doors, only to be stopped by blunt nails digging into your wrist. That and the coolness of adorned rings.

“Say, doesn't it look heavy for a little bird like you?” Nica had the sleeve of one arm rolled up, revealing the veins climbing on his skin like a vine.

“Sie könnten mich um Hilfe bitten.⁽⁴⁾”

It was not all that heavy, but who were you to refuse if he's so kind?

“Oof!”

A low, misty layer of fog covers the forest of oak trees. The wind wails a scream, tearing dead leaves from their spiny branches. One of them slams flat against the glass, which you were staring through.

Bump!

Every so often, the wheels of the crested carriage jolted when it collided with the rocks on the path. You fidget in the cushioned seat, annoyed at the feeling of polished boots digging into the side of your waist.

Much to your dismay, Nica thought it was apparently a good idea to stretch his legs in the already cramped space. This left you sandwiched between the wall and his lower limbs — and it was not the most splendid combination.

You travel a glance from the tip of his pristine shoes, to the river of white that ran across his trousers and vest, until you docked at the port of blue that was his eyes. If you stared hard enough, vague dark circles polluted the edge of the waters.

He must have been staying up late. Despite his slacking attitude, he knew when to take work seriously. Or rather, fool you into thinking you have the winning cards when he conceals a royal flush beneath his table.

“Am I that charming tonight?”

An abrupt question pulls you back from your shores to reality. He had caught you in his net. Biting your tongue lightly, you shift your attention to the scenery rolling past the window.

Poke!

Poke!

Nica nudges his foot against you.

“Robiiiin~”

“Stop,” you narrow your eyes in warning.

“Oh, this?”

Poke!

“Or thiiiis~?”

No words could describe the urge you felt to scuffle over and clasp your hand on his mouth. Tape it shut.

You steal a quick look at the smooth arch broadening on his face. It seemed to always dance on his lips. Rare were the instances you found it halting into a frown. Even then, it was likely feigned. Will all you ever see of him be his superficial side?

“What’s your pretty head thinking about now?” He doesn't move this time.

“The mission.” A lie.

“Nothing to fret about when you have me.”

“That’s if you don't get kidnapped first,” you retort. A surge of missing socialites is what drove Crown to investigate further into the case that could be human trafficking.

Oddly, the victims all had received an invitation to a banquet from the same organisation a week prior to their disappearance — Regal.

“Chances are that I could charm my way out of it, Robin. If not… Es wird für mich leichter sein, zu töten,⁽⁵⁾” Lazily tapping on the holster by his thigh, he flashes his pearly white teeth, as if it were a everyday situation for him.

Thump!

The landau stopped before the gates of the venue. Nica promptly sets down his legs, motioning his head towards the place, “Ladies first. I'll be joining you later.”

Upon entering the estate, you are greeted with a towering hallway of a golden hue; enormous paintings that cost more than money than you could ever make hanging on it.

You briefly peek into the open ballroom. Velvet curtains draped the windows, with ornate candelabras fixed to walls. The sound of violins and the piano flows into the room, but not many guests.

Your next stop should be servants’ quarters. Wooden baggage in hand, you saunter through the luxurious building, the layout of which you have memorized beforehand.

It was not hard to imagine someone could get lost here, given its size, you muse. Still, vanishing into thin air without any traces? A nigh impossible feat for anyone… Well, save for the curious Cheshire cat you knew.

“Oh!”

“Ah!”

Moments later, you unceremoniously crash into a petite figure while taking a turn around the corner. Vivid green, partly hidden behind a fringe of blond, widens as she stumbles on her heels.

“Sorry, I-” the two of you spoke at once. You pause awkwardly, waiting for her to continue.

“Don’t worry! I was in no hurry,” she steadies herself, a soft smile curving up the corners of her mouth. You take in her appearance — hair that cascaded down to her waist in thick drills, scattered freckles on her fair cheeks — and a surprisingly similar maid dress to your own?

“Wait, by any chance, are you new here?” a sparkle lit in her eyes at the realization as she too observed you and the case you carried. You nod your head, holding out your free hand, “Robin. Nice to meet you…?”

“Dahlia!” she shakes it with an extreme fervor. “The others and I have been talking a lot about you. Not in a bad way, uh I mean, it's rare for Regal to hire a new employee, so we were just really excited!”

It was the Queen's Aide who pulled some strings to let you enter as a maid, under the common alias Crown, and a certain Vogel member called you by. Strangely, you cannot recall a time where Nica called you by your real name.

Dahlia links her own arm with yours. “Come! I'll show you where the quarters are. And the rest of the place, but it'll have to wait until tomorrow. Oh, and maybe we can share a room?” She sings sweetly in a jovial tone.

She talks a lot; you note mentally.

After setting down your belongings, you head towards the grand ballroom where the gathering was held. A massive chandelier hung in the center of the vaulted ceiling, illuminating the horde of perfumed bodies.

The billowing, silky skirts of noblewomen graze your body as you shuffle in between them, clutching a tray with both hands. Bubbles pop off in the champagne flutes on it.

“It is rumored Count Fitzwilliam is looking for a bride…”

“Have you heard about what Lady Spencer did during the last outing…”

Conversations, both hushed and outspoken, were easily heard by you. The aristocrats paid no attention to a mere maid after all.

“They say we have an ambassador from another country here tonight,” a faint whisper makes you perk up your ears. “Whom?” another person inquired.

You concentrate on their words, feeling your heart pound faster for an inexplicable reason. It must be the adrenaline from trying to not come off as suspicious.

“I don't know his name, but they say he's German.”

“Did you get to see him?”

“From afar, yes…”

Pat!

You felt a sudden, foreign touch on your shoulder — not in a good way. It made the hairs on your nape rise warily.

“Why, hello there, lass…” A harsh, gruff voice.

Standing behind you was a man with wrinkly, creased skin and a head bald. Except for the auburn patches groomed evenly. He was dressed to the nines. A high born no doubt.

“Can I help you, sir?” you ask politely, despite how you felt uncomfortable in his presence.

“Such supple skin and bewitching body you have,” crooked fingers caress your hand, which grips tighter onto the tray. Mild irritation growing into a flame simmers in your eyes, “Excuse me?”

“You poor thing, all alone… I could help you become less lonely,” the invading touch slowly crawls up your arm.

Who did he think he was? Drawing in a sharp inhale, you grit your teeth, “Leave me alone. Or else.”

“Don’t you mean… pretty please?”

“—Master!!”

He paused mid sentence as a call interrupted him. With a dissatisfied huff, he grabs the stem of the last glass you carried, withdrawing from your side. You release a sigh of relief at his departure, scanning the crowd for who could have called him.

Familiar, curly locks of gold appear in your vision.

The night deepens, and the sea of people is still flooding the place. An ache struck your back and feet from how long you stood to distribute the drinks.

Unfortunately, your attempt at intel gathering has not been particularly fruitful so far. Most chatters were full of gossip and the latest trends.

But you did learn of one thing: apart from the revelry at night, Regal also held exclusive activities to engage in during the day. You reckoned it was a technique to make more visitors pay for a room and stay until the event is fully over.

Wondering if you should rendezvous with Nica about this, you try to search for his tall figure in the crowd. In spite of all the buzz surrounding the philanderer, you had not once seen him. Perhaps you were too absorbed into your task to properly notice him, or he passed by you without a single comment.

“—Mr. Schwartz! Mr. Schwartz!!”

Think of the devil. There he was. You catch a bevy of young noble women and men flocking to him. The sight of his usual disarrayed jacket was absent. Instead, it was worn snuggly on his well-built frame.

“Say, are you truly not free tonight?” A lady coyly twirls her hair around her finger with her strawberry lips stuck out in a pout.

Another one cooled themselves quickly with their hand fan facing up, “I’d love to dance with you~”

“Here, my trade card. You are free to drop a visit to my shop any time you want! I'll even give you a ten percent discount!”

It was apparent he was no short of desperate admirers. You tap your shoe on the hardwood floor softly, thinking about what your next course of action should be.

You could always meet up with him later, and there is still a floor you have not yet searched for clues: upstairs. Since everyone else was down here…

Fwoosh!

Startled by the sensation of a warm breath being blown into your ear, you scramble to grab your flailing tray. Your train of thought had been forced to halt. Again. At least there were no remaining glasses.

“My, my,” A rich, teasing tone. And you knew exactly who it belonged to this time.

“Alfons!!”

“One could easily get the wrong idea if you call my name out so passionately, Miss Robin. Especially... Your partner tonight.”

“He’s not sharing a Curse with Roger, Al.”

“If you will, please refrain from uttering that brute’s name next to mine. It is truly something out of a nightmare to hear.”

The manner in which he shook his head with a distressed expression — it was as if there could not be an ordeal more mortifying for him.

“Should I even ask what you're doing here?” To be fair, it was not entirely shocking for him to be here. Though, Victor did not mention he would be assigned to this mission…

“Here’s a better question. Don't you just feel yourself greening with envy by how they're fawning over him?” Alfons shifts closer, nearly touching heads with you as you both gaze at the star of tonight's banquet.

“Of course not!” Right then, Nica’s eyes meet yours. As if he really heard what you said. Air catches in your throat as a familiar, conceited smirk is formed on him.

“Don’t be mistaken. I wouldn't... ever like him,” you subconsciously clutch at your dress with one hand, crumpling up the delicate fabric. You were sure that he wouldn't come to like you either. You would nip any attraction towards him in the bud before it would ever have a chance to bloom.

Alfons clicks his tongue. “I would advise you to make wiser choices — but then again, the little robin who brought water for the sinners in hell was not so clever either.”

You lift your face to glare back at him, intending to rebuke. When you did, the space next to you was empty. Gone like the illusionary phantom he was. Or was he there in the first place?

What a shame. If only you had paid a little more attention to the black swan. You would have spotted how his smile faltered upon seeing that raven head with you.

𖹭 ── 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒉 // notes + tl. cross-checked with multiple translators, but if you think that it could be corrected or further improved please let me know!

1. LINE chat reference

2. Autsch ➛ ouch

3. Ja ➛ yes

4. Sie könnten mich um Hilfe bitten ➛ you could ask me for help

5. Es wird für mich leichter sein, zu töten ➛ it will be easier for me to kill

𖹭 ── 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒕 //

and that's the end of part 1! to be honest, i think i will be putting this on hold, since I feel that my skills have not caught up yet with this kind of plot-heavy fic.

Soft and tender notes reached Alfons’ ears as he entered the parlor of his home in the late hours of the morning. His wife’s long brunette hair trailed over the arm of the rocking chair as she cradled a dark-haired child in her lap, gently brushing back the straight and smooth hair from his little forehead.

“Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly And the lambs play We shall be safe, dilly, dilly Out of harm's way.”

Her gemstone eyes flickered up to meet his from across the room, her calm stare turning to a beaming smile as she saw her husband linger in the doorway.

“Look who’s home.”

A tiny head of dark hair whipped up in excitement, the boy turning and scrambling down from his mother’s lap and bouncing toward Alfons with a bright and mischievous grin, much like his own.

“Alec, careful!” His mother called gently after him as tiny feet padded across the hard wood floors quickly.

“Papa’s home! Papa’s home!” The boy leapt into his father’s arms, giggling happily. Long arms caught the child as his aforementioned father lifted him effortlessly in his arms, “How is my little duckling?” He chuckled, feeling the tiny little arms squeeze ‘round his collar and chubby cheeks nuzzle the breast of his coat, eyes closing happily, “Mum read me a few stories that uncle Liam sent! And uncle Elbie came by with Erik to say hello! Ooh and after that we baked a pie together, Mum made our favorite flavor filling, too—” The boy brightened as he recounted the events of the day, his father’s soft as he sat down on the sofa with his son on his lap.

Smoke colored eyes drifted briefly during the story to his son’s mother, taking in the smile as she stared at their child lovingly. He recounted the many times she’d expressed how she wanted their child to look like him, and glancing back down at Alec, she practically got her wish. Narrow but pretty dark eyes, soft black hair just short of ink in color. The more he looked at his son, the more he contemplated his own negative thoughts. If someone had asked him several years ago whether he’d make a good father, he would have laughed in their face. Nowadays, however, Alfons was almost terrified at how much his own family had changed his outlook on life. That solemn reminder of being forgotten lurked in the back of his mind, always. But…this peace he was rewarded with at his home he’d made…it was something that kept him going. He would make every effort each mission to execute each plan to perfection, not a resource nor a second could be wasted, for he had a family to return to.

“—Oh! And I start school tomorrow, remember, papa?” Excited smoke colored eyes stared wide up at him, expectant for a reaction. He felt his muscles relax finally, reaching up to rub Xander’s fluffy little head, thumb rubbing his chubby cheek, “Yes, little one, I remember, growing so fast, aren’t you?” He lifted him into a hug, squeezing him to his chest and kissing the top of his head, chin resting there as he smiled at his wife, a fragile, but contented smile. All of this felt surreal, like he could let out too heavy a sigh and it would all blow away like smoke. But with each day he lived it, he learnt he was far more content to let things develop as they were.

He remembered being hesitant when he learned he and his lover had managed to conceive. Remembered the anxiety of what could become of them both should anything happen to him. But perhaps the thing he remembered most of it all was when he got to sit by her side, watching her cradle that little bundle with a patch of dark hair. That moment he reached out, only for a tiny fist to wrap around his gloved index finger. That moment rendered him wide-eyed in wonder, speechless and curious to how someone could capture his attention even easier than his partner. Of course, given the fact a child was practically a manifestation of them both, he supposed it wasn’t entirely impossible to have that unconditional love.

Brought back to reality by a faint tug on his coat by his eight year-old, he smiled softly, eyes crinkled in joy as he kissed his son’s head tenderly. Every bit of love he would pour into this family of his, until all of them were filled with too many memories to possibly forget. That would be the thing that he would leave behind, no matter what twisted card fate may try to pull.

And his cock buried deep in your pussy.

“Al….ahhhh…what's that?” you asked, your eyes now focused on an item that must have fallen from his pocket earlier when you undressed one another.

He tilted his head, glancing behind him on the bed and laughed. “Oh, that? It's my new toy.” Turning his head back to face you, he stared into your eyes, his gaze deep and intense as his bare hands pressed on the small of your back, guiding you up and down on his cock. “You wanna play with it?” he asked, stealing a kiss and nipping your lips.

You nodded slightly as words failed you. 

“I'll need you to stand up.” With his hands on your waist, he lifted you up, soft whimpers leaving your lips as his cock slipped out from your pussy.

Holding the toy in his hand, you got a better look at it. Lying across his palm was a long strip of dark fur with something shiny – metallic, maybe? – dangling from one end of it. 

“That’s not from one of Elbert’s –”

Alfons laughed, cutting off the rest of your question. “No. I bought this at a store.”

What kind of stores has Alfons been going to?

“Come closer,” he whispered, taking your hand in his and gently tugging your body closer to his. Holding the shiny part in his hand, he rubbed its rounded tip along your slit, the cool metal sending shivers up your spine.

Al looked up at you with a seductive smile, his gaze fixated on yours as he slowly pushed the plug inside your pussy. You rested your hands on his shoulders,  your fingers digging into his skin as he filled you with the toy, his gaze never leaving your face. 

Once it was fully inside you, he began thrusting it inside, the cold metal warming quickly inside your body. 

He pulled the toy out with a flourish; holding the plug up, he was pleased to find it glistening, fully coated with your slick arousal. 

“Turn around,” he said as he spun you in your spot. He pressed a palm on the small of your back, the feel of his bare skin against yours gentle and comforting. You waited, wondering what he was doing, as he took his time admiring your backside.

He pressed the toy against your skin, your body trembling, aware now of what was about to happen.

“This might hurt a little,” he warned as he began to slide the slicked toy inside you. Your breath hitched when it popped inside, your body stretching, accommodating its width. 

“You're doing so good,” Al praised when the toy began to disappear between your cheeks. “It's almost in.”

Your moans were soft as he eased the toy inside, his thrusts slow and almost gentle. 

“It's in.” He marveled at the tail that now cascaded down your backside. Running his hands down the length of soft fur, he gave the toy a quick tug. Gasping loudly, his lewd grin was hidden from your view. 

He spun you around to face him again, the tail soft against your skin. Pulling you onto his lap, he guided you back onto his cock. Your body slowly sank down, his groans delicious as you swallowed his entire length. 

“Good girl,” he praised, pleased at how well you took both his cock and the toy. Rolling your hips against his, you relished this newly found feeling of complete fullness. 

You set the pace, your movements slow as you enjoyed the new sensations from the toy. Waves of fiery pleasure quickly built as your bodies rocked against the other. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you clung to Al, knowing you wouldn’t be able to last much longer like this.

His teeth grazed your shoulder, his breath fire on your already hot skin. He held your body down on his cock, your walls squeezing him tight, as he nipped at your skin. Stars danced before your eyes as your body flooded with fire, his cock painting your insides white. 

Trembling, your body gave out, collapsing on his as you joined each other in a state of euphoric bliss. 

Somehow, someway, you found yourself lying in the bed, with Alfons resting on your chest. With his eyes closed, and his hand clasped in yours, he looked almost angelic.

When he was like this, maybe he was the fairest one of all.

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𝘪 '𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 . . . 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 .

Alfons didn’t often get the chance to sleep in, always up before the dawn. It was about to be one of those days again as he prepared to creak open his eyes, only to meet a pair that shimmered a delighted gemstone green.

“Good morning!” Any other cheerful voice would have made his ears ring and his face contort in distaste. But the scrunching up his face did was when she leaned in to kiss him on his nose. The feel of her arms was something he would usually pull out of, do his best to make that gap wider.

But today? Well he didn’t give a damn. And today that was fine.

“How did you sleep?”

“Dreadfully.” He murmured in a husky tone, reaching up with a bare hand tentatively touching her cheek, “Perhaps a little bird will give me the strength to get up and face this awful day.” His fingers nearly reached the nape of her neck before hers laced through his and pinned it to the sheets. His dark eyes widened a fraction at the insistence, but the lips covered his kept him from any complaints. For now, he simply indulged in that tiny selfish voice in his head that he always did his best to stamp out. The worst part of it all was that he couldn’t help but sink into it. Sappy as it sounded, no pleasure came close to the bliss that was being wanted, adored, swathed and coddled in unconditional feelings. And when those gentle lips regrettably parted from his—

“And what brought this on?” His voice left even him a bit shocked at his own breathy sigh.

“I wanted my lover to have a good start his day, I think I might make it a routine, actually…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully, a playful grin on her lips as she leaned over him, long and pale brunette hair like a silky curtain that shielded from that harsh sunlight coming through his window. Her nose scrunched as she beamed over him, one hand still laced with his tightly while the other propped her up as she leaned over him.

He couldn’t help but smile back.

“What a greedy girl.” He murmured, his free hand tucking some of those long locks behind her ear.

One whose greed I simply cannot live without.

“gentle?” jude repeats your words, albeit with a more cold tone and wicked grin. “i betcha you’re hopin’ for that quack of a doctor to come and treat your wounds so ‘gently’ right about now, but what a shame he’s out. the goddess of luck just ain’t on your side today.”

actually, you don’t mind being with jude... not that you’d admit such a thing to his face.

that, and you could find it in your heart to, i don’t know, be a little more nice.

despite that, though, you know that jude very well could have just left you there. if he was a truly harsh, truly cruel person that others may make him out to be, that would be exactly what he would’ve done. when you think of it like that, you really can’t bring yourself to mind.

that alone was enough to give you a sense of comfort.

you start to retreat into the confines of your own thoughts, and for a while, that is enough to withdraw you from the pain of the wound, letting it fade into a throbbing ache in the background.

that is, until another sharp pain brings you (unpleasantly) back to your senses. “ack, jude, really, if i wasn’t watching you, i would’ve thought you were out to reopen my wound, not treat it, i swear.”

“aw, does it hurt? what a shame ya won’t be protectin’ me next time.” his voice drips with sarcasm, but the next moment his smirk drops into a more serious, or maybe angry, expression. “if ya got the time to complain to me, ya got the time to sit and reflect how much of an idiot ya were back there. should i maybe look at your head first? or if ya prefer to reflect, you can sit on your knees to reflect yourself.”

“i don’t need to be on my knees for you to treat my arm,” you manage to talk back, your shoulders raising and eyes narrowing in a defensive posture.

you had responded the way you did in a somewhat sore attempt to hide how hurt you had felt by the words that pierced through your heart like a blade lathered with a generous coating of poison.

to your surprise, though, you see the silver-haired man before you grin. “oh? seems at least you got some guts.” jude then narrows his purple eyes, which reminds you of a field of violets in a moonlit night and makes you feel strangely calm, as he clicks his tongue in exasperation. “but talk ‘bout a joke goin’ over the head,” he mutters, though his hands continue to clean the wound. it seems he is no longer interested in pressing on the wound purposely for his own amusement.

“...it doesn’t hurt as much.”

the comment was meant for yourself, but it seems it had reached jude’s ears as he directs a glare in your direction. “yeah? want me to do it again?”

you feel a shiver rush up your spine like a spider crawling upwards, causing you to stiffen in place.

“n-no thank you.”

you two fall into a silence after this, letting jude focus on your wound. occasionally you hear him mutter how he was going to make roger pay tenfold for increasing his workload, but it doesn’t escape you how he still pays close attention to your wound.

as he does, the weight of your actions from the mission finally settle in your mind.

at first, when jude had called you an “idiot,” it really did hurt your feelings. you know his words are intentionally harsh, and if he wanted to be nice, he would find a way to twist those words to make them sound mean. but thinking back on the incident that had landed you two in the basement of crown castle as “doctor” and patient, you know the words he had spoken are the truth, even though he had casually waved it off as a “joke.”

— some time ago.

“jude, are you sure we should just walk back? we can always hail a carriage.”

“nah, the mission from queenie’s officially over, but there’s something i gotta check first. goin’ by foot’s faster in this case. if ya going to stick with me though then don’t get in my way.”

as a fairytale keeper, you don’t have an obligation to stick with jude any longer. if you wanted, you could simply go back to the castle, write the report, and submit it to victor. but there is a miniscule feeling tugging in your chest.

perhaps it was an innocent curiosity. a sudden, maybe “idiotic” feeling bubbling inside you urges you to nod your head, say “yes, let me come with” regardless of any rationale. it threatened to overflow.

outside of missions, what was jude like? you knew he ran another business, and that he has made a sea of enemies by now, but what else?

“…please take me with you, jude.”

a smirk graces jude’s lips. “just remember ya asked for it, so don’t come runnin’ to me if ya end up cryin’.”

the meaning of those words would sink in soon after, when apparently someone who is within this vast “sea of enemies” charges head-on toward jude from a blind spot.

jude starts to turn around, but when you see the silver gleam of a knife, your body moves on your own.

he could have protected himself all right. you know that well in your head.

so why did you take a blow for him? for jude, of all people? was it some attempt to cling onto any sense of justice in this dark world that muddled your sense of morality, maybe?

by now, jude had started wrapping gauze around your arm. you simply watch the bright red of your own blood spread like a flower blooming on the white of the fabric.

“…jude?”

“yeah?”

you had thought you were ready to confess your thoughts to him, but much to your chagrin, once you actually open your mouth to speak, the words come out with a slightly trembling, hesitant quality.

“about what you said before. i think… you were right.” you suck in a breath to try and recompose yourself (to little avail). “what i did back there was… idiotic, as you say. i’ll admit that.”

jude doesn’t respond, but you can tell he is listening, even without making eye contact with him.

you take his silence as a cue to continue — or rather, to finish your thought. “but, i don’t think that makes me, as a person, an idiot.”

jude scoffs. “a person is defined by their actions, whether they like it or not. if ya got good intentions but the way ya go ‘bout it is shitty, there ain’t no one who’ll give a damn.”

“that’s quite funny coming from you,” you blurt out before thinking, earning yourself a sharp look from those stormy violet eyes of his.

“ya know that’s besides the point, smartie. if ya really want me to think otherwise, i hope you’re prepared to pay back the debt ya owe. if not… well, at least ya ain’t idiotic enough to not know.”

he finishes wrapping the gauze around your arm then, though he doesn’t let go without giving your arm another squeeze, a threatening motion in its essence.

“ouch! okay, alright, i get it! i will pay you back, so stop squeezing my arm and pressing on the wound!!”

“next time don’t go dawdlin’ around tryin’ to protect me if all ya gonna do is get hurt and give me more work on my plate.”

you see jude’s eyes glare at you, maybe even gleaming slightly due to the lighting. his expression doesn’t bother to conceal his annoyance either. but once again you had come to the realization that — twisted as it was — this was his way of warning you, as one may arguably remember best through pain.

it was his way of protecting you.

his words were mean, but he never once abandoned you; he never left you behind. hell, here he was, probably having better things to do right about now, treating your arm (though that was only because roger was out).

the thought tickles your mind and makes a smile break out on your lips as you try to stifle laughter. jude, on the other hand, doesn’t seem so amused.

“ah? the hell’s so funny?”

“nothing.” more stifled laughter.

“aw, ya can’t be that much of a freak.” jude once again has that wicked smirk playing on his lips, glowing in his eyes. “how ‘bout i sew your mouth shut first for lyin’ through your teeth?”

“say what you want, but i know you won’t actually go through the pain of doing that.”

when you see jude’s eyes widen slightly, you can’t help but let out a small victory cheer in the depth of your heart for catching him off guard, even a little bit.

it was a small victory indeed, though, for jude managed to recover quickly.

“well if ya can go ‘n talk back to me like that, guess ya feel better.”

now it is your turn to feel surprised as jude suddenly lets go, turning his back on you and walking back upstairs in long strides. you lift your arms to reach out for him, unable to move more than that due to surprise for a brief moment. when you can move, you jump off the table on which you sat while jude was treating you to follow after him.

“ah… hey, jude! wait for me! would it kill you to walk a little slower?!”

though you can’t see his expression from where you are (and so you could be completely wrong), you have an inkling at least he isn’t wearing as harsh an expression as he had when he was facing you.

[jude seemed a little mad today.

i do get where he is coming from, too, i really do. that said, a part of me felt that if i hadn’t taken the hit for him, then he would have taken it for me. i’m not sure if he respects me at this point (maybe he just finds me annoying) but still, i’m convinced it’s in his nature to protect others.

like a guardian fairy, he can’t… not protect others. even if it’s in his own, jude way.

that’s why i couldn’t help thinking if jude is the one protecting others, then who is there to protect him?

maybe that person isn’t me, and i think i ended up in jude’s debt rather than earning any semblance of thanks. but even so, i can’t help but feel i want to become that person someday.

perhaps it’s simply naïveté, but that’s why until that day may come, i hope i can at least stay by his side.

“what a shame you won’t be protecting me next time…”

i know you probably won’t see this note, jude, but i just want to say that unfortunately, i don’t think this will stop me from trying in the future, nor do i really regret it.

——after all, just like you have your own promise you want to keep, i, too, have one of my own i do not want to break.]

(found on a crumpled notebook page, ripped neatly out from the book)