#mrssylvatica

“My, my…”

Your body is completely bare, curled up on Alfons’ lap.  His thighs are soft, almost like a pillow.  The smooth silken bedsheets are soothing against your skin, the leather collar resting against your neck.  A candle's flame dances atop the nightstand, a beacon in the darkness.

He has trained you well.  He scratches under your chin, grinning with satisfaction as you enthusiastically rub your cheek against his hand.  You can feel the coldness through the glove.  Alfons’ other hand drifts from the top of your crown to the nape of your neck, but you decline his offer with a shake of your head.

“Not today?”  You're met with a pout and a forced sigh.  If you didn't know any better, you would assume he was genuinely disappointed.  No, he’s just messing around, as always.  “Ah, very well.”

He returns to playing with your hair, humming to himself.  You start to unbutton the buttons of his dress shirt one by one.  Alfons’ chest is marred with numerous bites and hickeys from his “friends”, and unsurprisingly, his back also harbors scratches.  How you wish you made them instead.  Out of sheer curiosity, you press an ear to his chest.  His heart pumps strong, in contrast to the calm façade.

Usually he's the one teasing you until you're squirming and needy, but today it's your turn.

To start, you remove his gloves with your mouth, pressing kisses to each of his fingertips and even licking in between his fingers.  In return, Alfons scratches you behind the ears, a proud expression gracing his features.

Then you slowly, ever so gently stroke him through his pants, triumphantly locking your gaze with his.  How dare you tease him like this.  You're just so adorable, with your eyes twinkling up at him mischievously and…

He just wants to break you right now.

“How about a game, little one?”  Alfons whispers, tugging your hair up to look at him.  Him, and only him.  To sear this into your memory.  “Whoever finishes first, loses.  If I win, I punish you however I like, but if you win, I’ll do whatever you like tonight.  How about it?”  Alfons directs one of your hands to his belt, letting you undo the buckle on your own.  Ah, but you're certainly taking your time.

You drag the moment on longer, kissing a trail from his chest back down again.  Perhaps a little bite there, with a lick to soothe it…  squeezing his thighs, ghosting your fingertips over his legs…

Alfons has always been patient.  Today you were determined to steal away the last of his resolve with those feathery touches of yours.

But you free his aching cock at last, its leaking precum glistening under the candlelight.  You give his tip teasing kitty licks, making him shiver in anticipation.  One of your hands busies itself fondling his balls.  “You naughty, naughty kitten…”  You give him a coy smile in response and plant a kiss on his length, making it twitch with need.

You enjoy tormenting him, don't you?

You lick up and down his length, running your tongue over the thick veins.  Clearing your hair away from your face, Alfons grabs a handful to steady himself and watches as you slide your soft lips onto his twitching cock, groaning once his tip hits the back of your throat.  You drag your warm lips along him greedily, stopping every now and then to pay special attention to his tip.

He looks so beautiful like this.  It's always fascinating to watch Alfons’ calm demeanor melt away, his blissful expressions irresistible as he struggles to contain himself.  His glistening skin dampens with sweat, his raven hair askew.  With his face colored with a slight blush and his lips parted, struggling to draw in air…  one could even call it endearing.  It almost makes you forget how much of a menace he actually is.

“You're doing so well.”  The sudden praise makes your heart race in your chest, your face flushing pink.  The motivation combined with the lewd sounds make your core slick and wet.  You bob your head rougher, a tear dripping from the corner of your eye.  Your teeth brush against his length a few times, making the searing heat burn in his stomach.

One hand gripping the bedsheets and the other forcing your head down on his cock, Alfons begins driving himself deep into your throat, lost in his own pleasure.  It was unlike him to lose control so easily.  Your jaw begins to ache, some fluid dripping down your chin.  If you could only look at him, you would see his lips quiver so exquisitely.

No, no…

Just when Alfons is about to finish, he rotates your collar to the back of your neck and tugs on the cool metal ring.  He can't lose here.  It's tempting, but not now.  The harsh leather digs into your skin, making you whimper.  The vibrations go straight to his cock, making his breath catch in his throat.  He wipes your tears away with his thumbs.  “What a good girl.  Lick it all up.”  You collect all his fluids, licking your lips before pulling away.  What a mess you've made, leaving his cock cold, wet, and painfully hard.

“What a lovely expression…” Alfons feels his high seeping away as he guides your dripping nectar on top of him, your chest flush against his.  He takes his time admiring the view.  Your slow blinks, the pleading pout.  The candlelight dancing across your bare skin.  It's all on purpose, isn't it?  You're driving him positively mad.  Alfons absentmindedly traces your thighs, his cold fingers making you shiver before giving your bottom a loud slap, earning himself a delicious whimper.

He grabs your chin to make you meet his crazed, glimmering silver gaze.

“You'll do whatever your master tells you to do, won't you?”

“Yes, sir.”

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Author's Note

beata maria you know I am a righteous man of my virtue I am justly proud

happy birthday alfons

my sincerest apologies to everyone who reads this 😔😔 don't expect me to write more nsfw

yk this is my first smut piece... it's very different from how I normally write. usually I pile up on descriptions (like the end of this one) but apparently not supposed to do that??? idk man

these poor souls (affectionate) wanted to be tagged for this specific post so here

@sh0jun @lycemagee @sapphire-323 @rubia8 @floydsteeth

@letter-from-afar @mxrmaid-poet @shadowylakes @tako-cafe

William: Rapunzel (original version)

sorry for the jumpscare

You’ve always been a dreamer.  You’ve always wanted to see the world, but the walls built around you prevented you.  Ah, mother (Victor) warned you not to fall in love with anyone (prologue), but look at you now.  You could never see the world, no matter how much you wanted to.  It took a prince to whisk you off your feet and guide you to free will.  Even if William was blinded by thorns, he’d still be able to find you in the dark.

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Harrison: Cinderella

Black hearts may mistreat you, Only a miracle could save you, But he’s able to see through the lies, as well as your disguise, because his love is one that is true.

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Liam: The Little Mermaid (original version)

It was an impossible relationship.  You are of land, while he is of sea.  You’re worth more to him than you’ll ever know.  He loves you so much, oh, he’d die for you.  He saved you so many times.  Liam sacrificed everything just for a chance, a small chance to love you.  Learn from the Prince’s mistake.  You better love him back and not leave him for another.

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Elbert: The Little Mermaid

All the beautiful things he heard about on the surface brought him jealousy.  For years, he would collect every little scrap that fell to him from the sky.  When Elbert looked up at you from the sea’s surface, he fell for you in an instant.  The siren, entranced by you, the most beautiful of them all.  But perhaps he would do something different.  Instead of dragging you to the surface, he would drag you beneath the depths.  A place where he could love you forever.  And now you belong to him.

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Alfons: Red Riding Hood

The wolf will lead you astray with the beautiful flowers on the way. He’ll devour you whole, And take hold of your soul. You’ll never see another day.

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Roger: Pinocchio

Roger will always fix you up when you’re chased, injured, and on the verge of death. It doesn't matter if you're flesh or wood.  He’ll hold you close and shield you from the world.  In a world surrounded by death, in which life is increasingly bizarre, you’re real to him.  You may be a fool, but you’re the only thing keeping him sane.

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Jude: Aladdin (Disney's version)

He’s a rich, feisty prince.  You’re a robber on the streets, on the run.  Strange how you two fell in love.  Quit trying to impress him, he isn’t interested.  Oh-  oh dear.  Jude crosses his arms and sighs.  You should have just been yourself in the first place.

Well then, what are your three wishes?

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Ellis: ??? ("Happy Ending")

The world is full of unhappiness.  Ellis would rather kill you to preserve your happiness than to have the possibility of it being tainted.  He’ll stop time when you’re at your happiest, letting you stay in that happiness - forever.  That’s his happy ending.

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Victor: The Little Match Girl

Victor already knew your fate, but he must let life take its course.  He’s tortured by the visions of the deaths of those he loves.  Ah, but despite their sins, he loves them all so much.  Death watches over the girl, letting the flames remind her of love and kindness.  May you die with a smile on your face, and let the loving Death carry you to Heaven.

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Author's Notes

I remember seeing something similar for Ikemen Prince, and I decided it must be done for Villains.

I had to choose a fairytale that's different from the one they originated from. No similar characters either, which means Roger wasn't allowed to be the Huntsman from Red Riding Hood.

Harrison and Alfons' seemed too short... so I just made them into limericks...

Just something I was tempted to include in Roger's. But this fox and cat are rather antagonistic, so I decided against it.

The line from Ellis' is a reference to petite-otome's translation of his trailer~

My favorite is definitely Elbert's. It has such fanfiction potential. Maybe later. But my least favorite is probably Ellis'... I couldn't think up anything better than "happy ending".

(I haven't read his path, so this is bound to be inaccurate.  And OOC.)

You knew about the curse that haunted him, yet your soft hands grasped his, gently bringing the harsh black leather to your lips.  How you sweetly, so innocently vowed that you’d never forget him for as long as you lived.

You sweet fool.

Even after your pregnancy, Alfons still lived at Crown's castle.  He couldn’t just leave Elbert, and his abilities were too powerful to throw away.  It wasn’t like Alfons had any problem staying with Crown.

Honestly, it’s more surprising that you didn’t get pregnant sooner.  You already knew Alfons was naturally an intense partner, and each time…  Alfons tended to leave permanent mementos on your skin.  He held you so tight as if he was scared you would run away from him otherwise.  Each time your lips met, it was as if he was trying to embed himself into you permanently.  So you two would become one in body and soul, so you two would never part.

You two would lay side by side in each other's arms, or sometimes you rested your head on his chest, and Alfons would plant a small kiss atop your head, sweetly whispering to you until you slept.  His comforting warmth enveloped you in the darkness.  Sometimes you two would talk in the dead of night:

“Will you remember me, even after I die?  Perhaps you should forget, so you won’t need to face the sorrow in my absence.”

“Don’t talk like that...” Tears filled your eyes and your hands curled up into fists on top of his chest.  In response, Alfons chuckled and caressed your head.

“Shh.  Perhaps happy memories should be forgotten, or it’ll hurt more.”

“But I’d be so lonely without you.”

“I’ll always be here.”  He tapped on his chest.  “My scar is on your heart.  But even though it’ll cause you pain, I still want you to remember me.  To remember all the love we’ve had.  ...What a fool I am.”

Ah, God clearly never intended for this gift of a man to be loved.

You would continue watching plays together, every week.  Sometimes he would stop at the stalls and buy a bouquet or two.  You thought the cruel fate— or maybe Alfons himself— was mocking you with all the forget-me-nots.  Alfons would pridefully guide you through town, strolling at a leisurely pace.

“You see?  All these people.  They all know I love you.”

“But our love is forever in vain.”

“I know.  But isn’t it the moment of pleasure, those fleeting moments of happiness that matter most?”

You two would sit side by side, with your fingers interlocked and your head resting on his shoulder.  Sometimes you would fall asleep, and Alfons couldn’t bring himself to wake you up.  Your sleeping face was much more amusing to watch than the performance before you.

Alfons would caress your stomach, cooing to your child softly.  He’d scold the child for causing you pain with its little kicks.  “That’s not very proper of you to rival against someone who cares for you so much, is it?  Show some manners, won’t you?  Be like your father.”  This would always get a chuckle out of you, knowing how ill-mannered Alfons could be himself.

You knew Alfons would never go down without a fight against all odds.  But now he lay in a dark lake of his own blood, his abdomen split open and his trusty sword lying dull at his side.  Guts spilled from his fatal wound, and you could see the dark red intestines streaming out of the wound, limping at his side.  Scarlet tainted his ghostly pale skin.  You smelled nothing but the cruel iron liquid, tears clouding your vision as you refused to leave.

The world seemed to have stilled, your breathing shallow and your heart pounding in your chest.  How you wish you could offer your own body, giving up your life so he could stay alive.  His oppressors had left, and only you remained by his side.  Alfons was in an indescribable amount of pain, yet he forced a smile, just for you.  “Shh...  shh...”

You kneeled over his body, trembling.  Even if you called for help, it would be in vain.  It was hopeless for him now.  With a trembling hand, he weakly cupped your cheek, too weak and defeated to speak.  You held the hand to your cheek, feeling his strength fade.  He forced out these words from his lips:

“Promise me you won't cry.”

You were left clutching at the air, crying without knowing why.  All you knew is that your heart ached, with your throat choking itself, all without reason.

You now went to plays alone and came home alone.  But none of it interested you.  You thought it would give some sort of clue if you kept going, but nothing.  Nothing.  It was as if you where chasing a ghost.  Or perhaps a bird that had flown away.  Or perhaps a fleeting moment.

One day, in desperation, you called out someone’s name.  “Lord Elbert?”  You had been scared to approach Elbert since your pregnancy because the young lord was jealous of “his” attention.  Elbert turned around with elegant, gentle marble features set in a stone-like expression.  Fingertips coated with red curled around a fallen sparrow, its skull smashed in.  You felt nauseous at the sight.

“Have you felt anything...  missing as of late?”  At these words, Elbert’s expression became twisted and tormented.  You could have sworn you saw fear in those eyes.  Elbert turned and left with heavy yet silent footsteps, without a single word.

You now lie in bed, holding your newborn child to your chest.  Many quiet, sleepless nights were spent like this, staring up into the empty ceiling.  Something crucial was missing, but you didn't know what.  Sometimes your chest would heave, and you would let the searing tears guide you to the medicine called sleep.

His memory haunted you around every corner.  You would come home from the market in good spirits, only to be met with cold silence.  Opening a door excitedly and finding the room empty.  The scent of “him” still lingering, but the person in question remained absent.  You would stare at the open air, waiting for something to appear.  As if “he” would jump out from under the table and assure you it was all just an elaborate joke.

“He” tried so desperately to engrave himself into your body and soul, but he had left your memory in the blink of an eye.  How comforting it was to live in an illusion, to let hope blind you from the truth.  Your heart felt so empty that any sort of sensation, any sort of comfort or relief would do.  You just wanted to feel something again.  But you felt something to begin with?  And what did you even feel?  You didn't need any of these feelings.  You had no idea where any of them came from or why they were there.

This poisonous pain wouldn’t stop seeping into your very being.  You wanted this pain to go away.  You didn’t need it, you didn’t want it.

As your child grew, they bore more and more resemblance to someone you used to know.  You held their face in your hands, staring into their twinkling eyes.  Their luscious raven hair.  But who?  You didn't know.  You wouldn't even be able to know.  It was as if someone had pulled a dark blindfold over one person.

“What kind of person was he?”  You had no answer.

Author's Notes

I've had this idea in my head for quite a while, but I was unable to do it justice... Again, I probably shouldn't have wrote it at 5 am.

Elbert initiates:

Elbert left a handwritten letter next to your typewriter to come see him in the garden at sundown, but you didn't know why. When you arrived at the designated time, Elbert stood alone with his back away from you, his trembling hands clutching a singular flower. Multiple other "imperfect" flowers lay strewn on the ground, abandoned. Ah... he put so much thought into getting the perfect flower just for you...

When you tap Elbert on the shoulder, he's startled out of his thoughts...

Enveloped by the warm setting sun, Elbert cups your chin with both hands, hesitating before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. It's simple, it's affectionate, but most of all, it tests the waters. He has to make sure you like it first. "Do... do you like it?" Elbert smiles meekly as he whispers in your ear, caressing the back of your head and running his fingers through your locks. If you look at his face right now... you'd see his cheeks flush a light pink like a child caught breaking a rule.

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MC initiates:

You two stand side by side, fingers interlocked and gazing into the distance together. Your gaze turns to Elbert, whose ocean blue eyes turn to look at you from the corner of his eye...

You step on your tiptoes, your hands using his shoulders for support as you plant a gentle kiss on his porcelain cheek. Elbert's eyes widen a bit in surprise, but then he gives you the sweetest smile and pulls you back in for a kiss, on the lips this time.

"I... I'm glad..."

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Alfons initiates:

Alfons would catch you by surprise, sneaking up from behind and grabbing your chin to kiss you. As his thin, firm lips consume yours, you suddenly realize... he's kissed you several times, but never on the lips... it's like it's only reserved for a special person... When he's done, you're a breathless, flustered mess and what does he do? He just smiles innocently at you as if nothing happened. When you complain, he just chuckles. "Oh? Whatever could you mean? You've done more than that with your lips before." Oh, that BASTARD...

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MC initiates:

This was one of those mornings when Alfons would sneak back into the castle when the sky was barely brightening. He sat on a stool in the kitchen, replenishing his stamina with a small bowl of soup. There was no sign of a smile on his face... as he did when he was sure he was completely alone.

When he put his gloves back on and was about to leave, you appeared in front of him, silently getting on one knee. Alfons looked amused. He was used to seeing this sight, but it felt different today. You reached out for his hand and brought his knuckles to your lips with a gentle smile. But Alfons looked... a bit sad, like you had just awakened something painful within him. Maybe it just means more to him when you fulfill this happiness by yourself, without an illusion...

He motions for you to stand up and pins you against the wall to kiss you properly.

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Author's Notes

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